What gives in this world we know:
In Hormuz Strait – will traffic flow
Allowing petrol costs to slow?
Less tax by stealth?
Warm weather brings the punters out
Brussels: place-to-be – no doubt
But football comes with lager lout…
Bars – rake in wealth!
Scaffolding now scars the streets:
Fibre-optic cables sneak
On roads, dug up and then made neat
From dawn to dark;
The gasmen excavate long trench;
Put up a barricade (in French!)
Frustrated drivers their fists clench:
Gone - place to park!
Far be it from me to complain
When traffic cones pop up again
As in Brussels, city under strain
Roadworks are go!
Tram tracks need to be replaced;
Bins overflow; and it’s a race
To keep the city a clean place
And staunch the flow.
Great tourist Mecca in the sun!
A walk on cobbled streets is fun
No wonder foreign tourists come
To taste our wares!
But what of He who pees all day?
If he could speak, what would he say
As chaos reigns, and anyway
Who really cares?
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
Rue de l'Etuve, Brussels
