Brussels Poems | Examples

To brussels, a taste'

Orban man, has a plan.' To enligten brussels with a taste
Of a jam..' Made to their recipe..' Lets see if they'll stand?
Hungary didn't like its taste'. Or so says Orban.' So he's
Got up some transport.. that he'll fill to the brim' with the
Results of their recipe.' That 'He says' tastes like sin' well
Good old brussels.! Whad'ya say.? I see your mouths are
Quite open.! Did I hear that?? Again.? Was it a yea.? For the
 World wants to see' you digest these conserves To be bussed in just for you, now will you keep to your words.?

The Brave Brussels Sprout That Saw Christmas Out

The memory span of the average sprout
Means he forgets why the light is out
If life in a fridge will be life without end
Never forget that the dark is your friend

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And hidden away in a refrigerator
A brave little sprout needs no invigilator
He’d tucked himself between some beans and a leek
And went undiscovered throughout Christmas week

But now that the trifle and cheeses aren’t there 
The fridge is beginning to feel rather bare
The spaces within have become wide agape
With few nooks and crannies in which to escape

He’s watched as his friends were all taken and eaten
But this little sprout was too brave to be beaten
He may be just one single sprout, small and green
But he can be ruthless and ever so mean

He knew that the sound of the footsteps nearby
Meant somebody sharing his fridge could soon die
But he’ll stop at nothing for self preservation
He pushed the leek forward without hesitation

It’s dark in the fridge which should aid his concealment
And save him the sight of leftovers congealment
He thought he’d be safe in the darkness inside…
But screamed like a bean when the door opened wide!

Gone With the Weed

You should check some Brussels, its really a treat
To stroll on, protected by troopers
Fast people in Brussels their cigarettes lit
With ignition key of old Coopers
They serve freshest mussles in Brussels, you must
Leave on a table some fee 
And worshiped by Auden Beaux Arts you can pass
If your bag hangs down to the knee
There is no menace in the Grand Market place
NATO patrols are boys the most thin
Their fingers on triggers, would you be amazed
In Brussles its just a routine  
Attend darkened bars by the harbour, proceed
A midnight with Chinese lanterns 
You’ve come for experience, gone with the weed
That's Brussels, in cheerful abundance.

Lady From Brussels

An old lady from Brussels,
Enjoys a dinner of mussels,
Restaurants in the district,
Have hired chefs looking strict,
To ward off her annoying morsels.



February 19, 2022
howmanysyllables.com

Muscles In Brussels

Today
In Brussels
They took the flag away
Today
"The People" had their say
As the UK flexed its muscles
Today
In Brussels

(C) Ian Diddams 2020

Brussels Sprouts

Brussels sprouts for breakfast, Brussels sprouts for lunch,
Sprouties served with iced champagne to make the perfect brunch!
Boiled and drowned in butter, or juiced to make a punch,
Brussels sprouts the tasty treat that I just love to munch!

Now I love to have a pet around but not a cat or dog,
Don't want no flop-eared bunny, or fat pot bellied hog.
My sprout plant does not need a walk and never gives me fleas,
Just lots of tender Brussels sprouts and I call her Louise!

Sprouties by the bowl full, sprouties by the plate,
I'd like to have a buck for very Brussels sprout I've ate.
When I take my final dirt bath, just so there are no doubts...
Plant me in a steamer trunk well packed in Brussels sprouts.

Brussels Sprouts

Most unpopular vegetable is Brussels Sprouts
Have taken a survey and I find there's no doubt
Now don't take a fit
For unpopularity they're it
Well, strangely I love 'em more than sauerkraut

Brussels Sprouts

Me, the contrarian, 
	hardcore vegetarian,
Would rather eat wombat snouts
	than brussels sprouts.

Cockles and Mussels In Brussels

Cockles and Mussels In Brussels

The women wore trusses after having tussles;
They were embarrassed thinking that Brussels;
Did survive;
Came alive,
Only city that can serve cockles with mussels.
(Actually it was London fair city.)

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Bombs In Brussels

These terrorists caused another conundrum.
They set off a few bombs in Brussels, Belgium.
Numerous innocent lives were blown away
in that city's airport and metropolitan subway.
This Middle-Eastern group wants to perpetrate fear.
Why would they want to do it in a city like here?
Europeans should safely have their lives to lead.
Terrorists attacks are something they don't need.
The wounds of innocent people continue to bleed.

from a recent news story.

Long Live Brussels

Long Live Brussels! 

We need to fight back, 
And in arduousness react, 
Without restraint or hesitation, 
And blame in aggression. 

Islam and faith must go down, 
They must subside in renown, 
Islamophobia is more credible, 
Because of terrorism indelible. 

There’s something wrong, 
With religion’s repeated song, 
Which assimilates radicals, 
Who are potential criminals. 

It protects reactionaries, 
And funds Jahidi armies,  
Asking us to tolerate, 
The more liberal delegate.  

We must state the lines, 
Of faith’s heartfelt pines, 
By commending some, 
And by banning the one.

A Girl That Lived In Brussels

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there once was a girl that lived in Brussels
she married a man now they're the Russel's
she was kind of a geek
he was more than weak
she with no brains him without muscles
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~*~




November, 14, 2014

Brussels

I was on rails 
passing the plains.
Reach the wides
and seen from every side.

On the Train From Amsterdam To Brussels

Roosters gather in a parking lot,
cackling and crowing.
A man is bent over in a field,
fixing his tractor. One long breath,
a yawn, a wide field with horses,
clusters of sheep beneath low trees.
We fly along a creek, short stretches of fence,
a dusty path, a boy on a motor scooter,
a tunnel, blackness.
A swan curls on a green pond,
a construction site is only half complete,
a windmill barely rotates in the misty sky.
Swirling white butterflies 
dance in a meadow.
I think I see kudzu in the overgrowth;
I forget where I am.
How can the Holland countryside appear
so similar to the American South?
I could stay on this train forever
and always be happy.

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