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Je suis Charlie
If what they write makes you snarly
Go outside and ride a Harley
Because to me, they aren’t gnarly
That’s why I will stand with Charlie
Tag: Europe
Poems and/or Drawings about Europe.
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0708
Sehr gut sauerbraten
Jean cooked us up some German food
Sauerbraten was really good
Potato Dumplings and some veg
Her recipes are cutting edge
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0706
Big isn’t always better
There once was a man from Germany
Who had a dick that hung to his knee
In lederhosen
The tip got frozen
And flew off when he tried to go pee
0624
0624
Galway not Limerick
There once was a lady from Galway
Who met a young sailor from Norway
He asked for a dance
Unbuckled his pants
She saw it and said no fucking way
0623
0623
We were trippin’
Journey’s End
By J. R. R. Tolkien
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
0622
0622
It was a mighty dong
We walked block after block after block
To see the Astronomical Clock
Bing bong dong bing bong dong bing bong dong
Sounded the Astronomical Gong
0621
0621
I <3 my little klutz
Jean and I were on a bog
Then we flew over to Prague
Took a train to Germany
The birthplace of Jean’s Granny
Back to Prague by way of train
Poor Jean’s ankle got a sprain
Hard to walk with such a bruise
So we took a dinner cruise
A gorgeous night with my mate
Caused by a strange twist of fate
0620
0620
Bohemian back sweaty
Humid and hot
We like it not
Sweat on the train
With chance of rain
AC Broken
Dank smell of men
4 hour trip
With constant drip
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0618
0618
Traiňs are äwesome
Leaving Prague by way of train
River’s swollen from the rain
Meadows full of red poppies
Hard to see through tall green trees
Fields of hay are cut and rolled
Trolley brings us something cold
Plzeň has a huge train yard
Crossing border with no guard
Now we leave Bohemia
And enter Bavaria
Bug flies in through the window
Jean laughs at how wild I go
I thrash about and kick it
Fräulein punches our ticket
It’s just about half past five
When Regensburg, we arrive
0612
0612
Vacation’s all I ever wanted
Work is done, I’m on vacation
Off to cousin’s celebration
An Irish Wedding in Galway
Then Czech Republic for short stay
We’ll take a train to Germany
Bavaria is where we’ll be
Back to Prague for a day or three
A long ass flight ends our journey
0523
0523
Wander lust
Mark is this guy I know
To Europe he will go
He’s trying to raise dough
Via indiegogo
If your green you will show
You can get a photo