Highgate

Angel Inn,         come off a sign         blown sideways         in the sugar and ices         night.         Old St. Joseph's         Cathedral, bottom         of the hill, here         Andrew Marvell         of "coy mistress"         fame sports a plaque         remembering "time's         winged chariot" and         farther (further!) up         a quaint pub gives accolades         (Kudos, too) to the fact, 1666         nefariously was the plague year         in London - Parliament Hill,         a brief arm stretch away,         posited strangled chickens         and other assorted heirlooms         in vain attempt for poesy         to thwart poxy.         A stone's throw         off in Hampstead Heath         guns (Big Berthas) could         be heard from the Somme,         German derigibles dropped         incendiaries, the wounded entrained         at Charing Cross and a rascallion         (John Keats by name) drained         a draught at Jack Straw's         Castle near the Spaniards         while Turpin's hanged corpse         was soon to resemble good         English oaker casks         at the Flask.