
DAILY PHOTO: Dégi Park-tó
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A parachutist from Czech Republic
never ever did have too much luck.
He dodged a tall spire,
bounced off a high wire,
hit a wall and knocked loose some pub bricks.
There once was a man from Austria
prone to coffee house nausea.
“Our cafés are held dear,
but I can’t go near…”
said that lonely, skinny man of Austria.
There was a sweet girl from the Netherlands
who worried the hard rains might never end.
When street became moat,
She traded bike for boat.
At canal-surfing she became a veteran.
There was a famed Georgian vintner
who thought about wines all winter –
as he thought, he drank,
and -- let us be frank –
he became less vintner than drinker.
There was a colorblind decorator in Germany
who couldn’t tell crimson from ruby from burgundy.
Where precision rules
this was less than cool.
Customers saw red as far as the eye can see.
A hardcore Metal drummer from Finland
refused to be without his sticks in hand,
but then the poor slob
couldn’t work a doorknob,
missed gigs, & got kicked out of the band.
There was a young man from Hungary
who always wore his blue dungarees.
In summer they fit;
in winter, not a whit.
Chimney cake made his thighs thundery.