An old poem

In London town,I saw the moon.
It looked  so darned impressive.
So I lay down upon my coat
Where I could write this missive.

After lying staring up,
I began to feel  so lazy.
I thought I saw the Pope go by.
Do you think I’m going crazy?

He was in a large white car
Wrapped up  well in tartan.
I know you won’t believe me but
I felt almost certain.

I went to a free soup kitchen,
As I’m a homeless person.
I saw ten angels looking down,
So I called  to them “Stop staring”

I went inside a shop doorway
To get an hour of sleep.
I dreamed I dwelt in the old U K
It nearly made me weep.

If I really was in old England
I ‘d have the N.H.S.
I’d have a some benefits to spend
And a  warm  red  Xmas dress