An Original Poem by GR Antunes
Board the Tube at Heathrow Air,
To Hatton Cross, we’ll soon be there.
Check-in at the Jurys Inn,
Our European Adventure will soon begin.
From Hatton to Victoria,
We’ll treat ya well ‘ere gouvna.
Buckingham was a regal palace,
Decked in gold from hilt to trellis.
Like Beefeaters we marched hither there,
From St James Park to Trafalgar Square.
We walked with Lions to Charing Cross,
‘Til bitters we resolved to toss.
Our next trip we traveled in Time,
On a coach through the countryside.
From London’s gritty edge,
5000 years through history to Stonehenge.
We strolled ‘round the pillars of stone,
On the fields where they did loom.
They’re purpose is a great mystery,
That baffles all throughout history.
Whether signifying death or celebrating life,
Commemorating happiness or mourning strife.
Regardless, one truth is clearly definite,
This mystery will remain infinite.
On the Thames, afloat we did dine,
On foie gras, salmon, and wine.
From Big Ben Parliament and the London Eye,
Under Millennium and London to the Tower High.
From hence, we rode on a star to Brussels,
Where we dined on beer and mussels.
We entered a magnificent shrine,
To musical instruments encased in time.
We walked for an entire day,
It was all we could stay.
We walked as far as our eyes could see,
We even saw a little boy pee.
Streaking through Belgium on the Thalys,
We made our way to Paris.
To Gare de l’Est we arrived by night,
For four days, we traveled the City of Light.
From Notre Dame’s gothic splendor,
To the Tour Eiffel’s majestic grandeur.
From the Champs Elyssee’s elegance,
To the Arc de Triumfe’s remembrance.
From the Moulin Rouge’s decadence,
To the Sacre Coeur’s righteousness.
Traversed by the River Seine,
This city we will visit again.
Motoring through the French Countryside,
Cote d’Angeau in Lyon was worth the ride.
In Montpellier, we did respite,
In Sete, the Mediterranean was a magnificent sight.
In Barcelona, tapas ‘til the crack of down,
Followed by Paella with Lobster, Shrimp, and Tiger Prawn.
On the Med, the tourists did bathe,
But for us the Sangria was freshly made.
From Barcelona to Madrid, we crossed the line,
Where the Universe is separated in Time.
O Grand Capital, we long to see you,
From the Plaza Mayor to the Principe Pio.
Next to Badajoz we did roam,
In Portugal, we would soon find home.
Cross the Border, lunch in Elvas,
We would soon be at our final in Caldas.
Our journey has come to an end,
So thank you for traveling with us, friend.
Europe magnificently you stand,
One day we shall return to your fine land.
The End!
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