What would Brussels be without its quirks?
And yet, in its strange way, it works
Though road drills clog the city streets;
Who thinks the traffic jam retreats
In July and August in the sun?
That's when resurfacing is done!
Warm days bring out those traffic cones
And the harassed driver moans!
This year, however, a surprise
Down town is pedestrianized!
As the Stock Exchange to De Brouckère
Ceases to be a thoroughfare...
Unsuspecting drivers pulled up short
With a heatwave looming, they are fraught
How can they go from A to B?
A one-hour journey now takes three!
The plan, on paper, seemed a wheeze
Who dreams up ideas like these?
For tourists keen to take a stroll
It's a plus, they're on a roll.
But how can businesses now cope
With deliveries - pray and hope?
For eight months there'll be no reprieve;
No bus fumes either - we can breathe!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015