Peckham Rye Poem

The Peckham bus stops on Peckham Rye,
By the Peckham shops and the Peckham buys,
Stunning Peckham Rye colours,
Piercing Peckham Rye noise,
We march past Peckham Common,
Parked with Peckham Rye poise,
The power of the Peckham Rye senses,
Wallop me between the Peckham Rye eyes,
Pinch me on the Peckham Rye nose,
The Peckham beer goes up a gear,
Late-night Peckham begins to rear,
Peckham Rye buskers with Peckham Rye smiles,
Serenading Peckham bus stop,
No Woman, No Cry for miles,
Peckham Rye jeers and Peckham Rye loves,
Peckham Rye sings at the top of its lungs, 
Peckham Rye beats with life,
Struts with Peckham Rye pride,
I'll never forget that Peckham Rye sweat,
Number 78 from Tower Hill.