The sunless sky is one dark frown
There’s wind and rain most days in town
What has gone wrong?
My wisteria tree has yet to bud
In central Brussels there’s a flood
My shoes are always caked in mud
Still - tourists throng.
Of our rich culture they’ve been told
So many sites are really old
Yet even Brussels is too cold
At end of May;
Whether tourist, businessman or friend
With hope in heart and cash to spend
Torrential rainfall in the end
Drives them away!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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