Drivers' nerves stretched hellish tight
Windscreen wipers cannot cope
Getting home at night's no joke!
Traffic jams are de rigueur
Europe's capital's a blur
The streams of cars do not abate
In this small city, all are late!
Too compact, crowded, lack of space
Victims of life's modern pace
Car owners block up every street
Trams and buses can't compete.
Time was when tunnels helped the flow
Back in the Fifties – way to go!
But ageing badly, they now creak
Overused - their panels leak...
Worst case scenario – second rate;
Crumbling death traps lie in wait;
Closed off, forlorn - they need repair;
While Brussels' citizens despair!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
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