You know that there is something wrong
When the moving belt won't move along
And every effort that you make
Is thwarted, lost or second rate.
I've given all this quite some thought
But there's no need to feel distraught
It's August – many are not home
Hell-bent for beaches and sea-foam!
Brussels shows a calmer face
In town you find a parking space!
There's time to catch up with old friends
On week days not just short weekends!
The weather's warm – it has been hot
A few storms, yes – but not a lot
Only farmers feel the strain
As veggies gasp for summer rain.
What a difference in the city's mood
When rain and brollies don't intrude
Young and old now sport a smile
Work takes a back seat for a while...
(c) Poet in the woods 2015