Nottingham PoemI sit with a cup of tea, my leg dangling over the chairWatching the many people walking aboutSome have briefcasesSome have rucksacksThe little groups gather in the SquareGothsStudentsFriendsTwo women walk out of a shop with cups of coffee in their handsAt night, I hear the sounds of passing cars Their dull glow shining onto my wallDrunks and gangs prowl like foxesA police siren sounds in the murky distanceI wake up, pulling open my curtainsRubbing my eyesI see the city I love stretched out in front of meA sprawling metropolisNottingham
Me: Elodia? I blame you Germany
XD My sister did faint in real life