Ode to Budapest...

NB/ If easily offended do not read!!



Twelve hours on the night train,
just starting to snore
Some Hungarian bird,
bursts in through the door;
"Have you got any questions,
for Budapest to make?"
"Erm, yeah actually love,
why the hell am I awake?!?"


Eight in the morning,
we trudge to our dwellings
Nursing our heads,
and our various swellings
Living twelve years,
in Mike Tyson's marriage
Or was it twelve hours,
in a second class carriage?


Culture oozing
out of every last pore
Our tiny Brit minds
can't take any more!
Fountains of knowledge,
dried up, need to rest
Thank Atilla the Hun
for Budapest!


Off to the spa,
for some spiritual healing
Beer guts sweating,
from the floor to the ceiling
Bananas in pyjamas,
or lycra, being literal
Too close for comfort,
to man...and his schnitzel.


R and R sorted,
we head to a club
Local cattlemarket,
and breakdancing hub
Drinks are aflowing,
along with Magyar affection
More rats here
than a Piper picks up on bin collection


Formula 1 is in town,
what better sport for the lazy?
Than one that is viewed
drinking beer, picking daisies
Suddenly I remember
I have no gift for my sis
Then I spy a young driver
that noone will miss...


Hot Formula 1 property
stashed deep in my pack
"We have to leave Hungary,
I don't want to give him back!"
Poor Lewis is looking
all lost and forlorn
"Chin up lad, In Austria
being held hostage is the norm" :-/