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The
spy by Emily Reilly
Round
and round the London Eye
Up
and down from river to sky
People
get on and point and ponder
Then
they get off and off they wonder
All
that is but I
I
am trapped
Frustrated
in my bubble and living a lie
For
some the views amaze and excite
Others
experience fear and fright
When
they get off where do they go?
Lunch
dinner or even a show
All
that is but I
I
am imprisoned
Going
crazy in my bubble and living a lie
"that
can't be north, it's west
Silly
London Eye, I know best!"
when
they get off how do they find their
way
they
know nothing in the sky,
they'd
know more if they had to stay
I
long to spread the word
But
if I speak people think I'm a nerd
I
long to educate the masses
All
those clueless lads and lasses
Still
ignorance appears to be bliss
Knowledge
they do not know they can not
miss
A
layman on the Eye by Emily Reilly
Half
an hour to see the city
Westminster
abbey is ever so pretty
Oh
my god what if we stop?
How
will I know if we're at the top?
So
little time and so much to see
If
only there was a guide to help me
I
can see so far
Look
it's a Euro Star!
The
Tate modern by Battersea park
And by Westminster bridge is the Cutty
Sark
Oh
my god I've found my house
I
hope I can see the millennium Dome
We're
going faster on the way down
If
my pod fell off would I drown?
There's
just one thing I still don't know
Will
I find out before I go?
I
wonder, why of why
Is
it called the London Eye?
The
odd one out by Emily Reilly
Here
we are for a special occasion
Getting
me here took some persuasion
A
birthday party in the sky
Made
possible by the London Eye
This
is gonna be so much fun
Everyone
I asked could come
All
of us and her over there
We
can see the Eiffel Tower and she
doesn't
seem to care
What
kind of person would come here
alone
Sit
in the corner and talk on her phone
Maybe
she's a visitor from the planet
Mars
This
is her spaceship and we're in her
cars!
What
kind of person would not even look
Sit
on the bench and read a book
Maybe
she's come a long way from home
Then
how could she point to the
millennium
dome
Oh
my god they've brought me a cake
Jesus
is that girl even awake?
Who
do you suppose would come by
themself
She
does not look in the best of health
As
I watch the girl begin to snore
I
realise, she must have been before!
Oh
my god maybe she's a spy
Undercover
on the London Eye
No,
no way what a stupid idea
For
that to be true the price would be
dear
If
they put staff inside
Surely
they would make them guide!
Maybe
she's just short of a friend
She
seems to perk up when we get to the
end
Oh
sweet dear what a sad affair
No
wonder she does not seem to care
Here
we are at the end of the ride
She's
getting ready to hide
She's
got on again
With
her only friend- her pen
An
ode to the capsule host by
Emily
Reilly
Working
here I have had much time to
contemplate
Revolving
through the sky from morning
till
late
I
have had such a marvellous time
Secret
surveyor of this city of mine
Before
we leave, one thing I must
articulate
It's
not gonna be the same without us,
just
you wait
The
biggest selling tourist attraction
People
queue to test their reaction
On
they get and up they go
What
can they see? What do they know?
A
wheel of fortune 450 feet high
Generating
wealth as it reaches the sky
The
people pay to see the sights
Their
perspectives changing at the
revolving
heights
A
marvellous feet of engineering
People
wonder who is steering?
The
biggest wheel in all the world
Turning
anti clockwise as the capsules
are
twirled
The
London Eye is all and more than this
to
me
So
keep the capsule hosts and hear my
plea
For
the guests that come it's a one off
day
They
are not able to learn and stay
People
search to find their bearings
But
the changing perspectives create red
herrings
Half
an hour to you or I
Is
but a fleeting moment for the novice in
the
sky
Many
people are eager to learn
If
only there were a guide they often
yearn
As
an active host, I was able to enlighten
The
quality of the experience I invariably
did
heighten
Being
under cover is a trying time
I
long to reveal hidden treasures in this
city
of mine
A
host brings comfort and information
Surely
this was envisaged by the mother
of
this creation
We
are the wheel's ultimate attribute
The
notion that we are redundant I must
avidly
refute!
When
people get things wrong, it puts my
nose
out of joint
Sometimes
I loose control, I feel the urge,
I
have to point!
The
need for a host is confirmed by the
gratitude
I receive
But
most of all they should keep us cause
I
really don't want to leave!
The
people here are really, really great
When
I'm in the sky I'm a Billy no mate
As
the capsule returns to the landing
place
Familiar
smiles appear on many a face
I
have really enjoyed my time working
here
My
London Eye peers will always be
dear
All
things end so we must not be blue
I
wish to you all that your dreams come
true!xxxx
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