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[aid] => mick
[title] => European Tour
[time] => 2005-07-12 15:03:58
[hometext] => About the best time of my life! I'm writing this to give to my friends from the tour...please tell me what you think!
[bodytext] => Got on the bus as strangers And got off it best of friends. We learnt about eachother From beginning to the end. Spent the first day on the coach Just listening to Lou. She explained to us bout all the rules And told us what to do. That first night was a bit strange In creepy Amsterdam. We filed down the dim dark streets Being wary of the scams. Cheese we ate the next day, And clogs we watched being made. We ate a seafood dinner And on a boat we played. St Goar was where we really met And really hit it off, We partied hard for all that night. Poor Adam had a cough. On mountain tops in Switzerland The Saffa boys stood out. Corns and Robbie had a dance, Had lots of fun no doubt. In Innsbrook we ate sacha torte Which wasn't all that special, And drank a lot of proper schnapps Which made Dougie go mental! Romantic gondolas were the go In wet and smelly Venice. Venetian men played instruments, Penite was their apprentice. In Italy we saw the sights, But what stands out in Rome, Is huddling in the freezing cold For a bus that’d take us home. The licking of Gelati and Walking made us thirsty. Shopping was so happily done By Kirsh and Pip and Kirsty. Florence was that crazy place Where Chantel got with Mickey, And William could have ended up With more than just a hickey! Nice was next and nice it was - The water was so blue. In Monaco the sexy cars Had the boys in such a stew. Pringle eating was such fun On many of our road trips. A game was made; of course Matt won He could do so many chip flips! In Leon we ate yummy food Ordered by the chefs, Frogs and snails and such weird things. The food was just the best. Eiffel Tower and all the rest Was French order of the day, But poor old Pippy was quite ill And had to stay away. Down the Champs Elysees we strolled And Adam bought a shirt. Chan and Matt they power walked - Matt won with a spurt. In Paris we were quite sad Cause the end was really near. We were dancing bout at Moulin Rouge When Dane kissed Matt quite clear! London bound and we got stopped At the border crossing gate. Hacky Sack was played by boys As we endured that long wait. Arriving back we sipped our drinks With oh such woeful face, And wished to God we were back there In that Europe place. The best time of my life it was - I’d do it again too, If the people I could tour with Were definitely all of you. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 54 [informant] => zenaprincess [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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