After all I had managed to hand in my dissertation,
Course-mates I had never spoken to said 'Hey' to me
A lecturer who taught me for two years even smiled at me,
The sun was shining for a change,
Rain, a common patron in Manchester even eluded the city today
I passed the Edward VII on my way to Tesco,
There he was holding his orb and staring down Oxford Road,
Pigeon shit adorned the crown on his bald head,
I wondered how he felt looking down the busy road,
With pigeons answering their calls of nature on his head,
At his feet sat a woman,
Scribbling away in what looked like a diary.
What was she writing, my curious mind briefly wondered.
A man in fluorescent blue raced past me,
Who jogs at 1 in the afternoon, my brain snickered at him in my head.
Across the road sat the usual drunk man,
Singing songs of Beatles at passer-bys who ignore him.
Inside the pub can be seen a woman,
Whispering words of comfort to a baby.
Right next to this is a bench,
Where seated is a young woman,
Swaying her head to the music which emanates from her phone.
What a wonderful world I live in,
What a wonderful world.