London Called

London called but I digressed,
I was in no mood to speak
And could hardly be considered dressed
For that momentous, glorious peak.

My voice would reflect my appearance
And I would sound sullen and sunken,
Void of my usual charisma and elegance,
In that state, I might have sounded drunken.

I decided to relate to a later date
So I might take time to clean up,
I would make to sure to look (and so sound) great
Before I again tried to sail over that mean hump.