My coworkers decided I deserved a night on the town!
The reason I won an award doesn't take much thought
It's obviously because I'm so freaking hot!!!
The reason I won an award doesn't take much thought
It's obviously because I'm so freaking hot!!!
I thought, "Oh which restaurant shall Sarah and I go?"
"Wait, why eat in London when we can dine in Oslo!"
Oh, it's so beautiful how this poetry doth flow
Since our weekend visit was going to be short
I asked Sarah to locate the most central airport
But it turns out you should never give a woman a map
Because her sense of direction may be a bit crap
And if you point that out, you'll receive a slap!
Yeah, keep your thoughts in boys, shut yer trap!
However I didn't have much time to gloat
For the story of me fucking up had already been wrote
Turns out when I booked a room with a bed type of bunk
Revealing my chances of getting laid had now sunk
Damn you universe, I didn't even book it drunk
Did I book us into a hotel or a hostel?
Errrrr, let's just call it a poshtel....
After sleeping off a beautiful seafood dinner
Sarah said, "Hey porker, it's time to get thinner"
She sure knows how to make me feel like a winner
So even though crushing my ego is her sport
I happily joined her for a run to the nearby fort
Do I exaggerate her being mean to make you all pity me
Well it's my blog, the story is whatever I want it to be!
After eating breakfast, we visited the Nobel Museum of Peace
Which is ironically filled with videos of soldiers firing piece after piece
Outside the building was a festival of the world
And on stage the dancers skirts swirled and twirled
But baby, when I hear that music, my booty can't stop shakin'
Cus you know I'm about to go Footloose like Kevin Bacon
Yeah, I know that mental image isn't fair
But my rhyming took me there
After our wanders, we hopped on a bus
Because it was on to Gothenburg, Sweden for us!
An Opera of Hamlet was playing that night
A story full of peril, death, and delight
Oh Ophelia, shall you die here tonight?
As the curtain closed on the Opera's final scene
We decided to eat some traditional Swedish cuisine
Ok, so maybe it was a Mexican restaurant
Oh, damn you tacos, you always do taunt
I've eaten round the world, and you're still all I want
That evening my girl booked us into our first air bnb
A definite upgrade to the bunkbed from me
Sarah awoke me, stating, "Hey fatty, time for run number two!"
The words so deflating, to not cry was all I could do
So instead of exclaiming, "Beg your pardon?!?!"
I joined her for a run to a botanical garden
Besides the people of Sweden needed to see me run
For the beauty of my hair bouncing outshines the sun!
"Wait, why eat in London when we can dine in Oslo!"
Oh, it's so beautiful how this poetry doth flow
Since our weekend visit was going to be short
I asked Sarah to locate the most central airport
But it turns out you should never give a woman a map
Because her sense of direction may be a bit crap
And if you point that out, you'll receive a slap!
Yeah, keep your thoughts in boys, shut yer trap!
However I didn't have much time to gloat
For the story of me fucking up had already been wrote
Turns out when I booked a room with a bed type of bunk
Revealing my chances of getting laid had now sunk
Damn you universe, I didn't even book it drunk
Did I book us into a hotel or a hostel?
Errrrr, let's just call it a poshtel....
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| When trying to pick the airport nearest to the city stay, my woman picked TORP, the airport furthest away... There is never a dull day, when you have a good woman to lead you astray :) |
Sarah said, "Hey porker, it's time to get thinner"
She sure knows how to make me feel like a winner
So even though crushing my ego is her sport
I happily joined her for a run to the nearby fort
Do I exaggerate her being mean to make you all pity me
Well it's my blog, the story is whatever I want it to be!
After eating breakfast, we visited the Nobel Museum of Peace
Which is ironically filled with videos of soldiers firing piece after piece
Outside the building was a festival of the world
And on stage the dancers skirts swirled and twirled
But baby, when I hear that music, my booty can't stop shakin'
Cus you know I'm about to go Footloose like Kevin Bacon
Yeah, I know that mental image isn't fair
But my rhyming took me there
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| Ahh yet another nation, in which we get to vacation |
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| The Oslo Opera House at 10 at night. One can only revel in delight, that there is no more winter blight, and the sky is free to stay bright. |
Because it was on to Gothenburg, Sweden for us!
An Opera of Hamlet was playing that night
A story full of peril, death, and delight
Oh Ophelia, shall you die here tonight?
As the curtain closed on the Opera's final scene
We decided to eat some traditional Swedish cuisine
Ok, so maybe it was a Mexican restaurant
Oh, damn you tacos, you always do taunt
I've eaten round the world, and you're still all I want
That evening my girl booked us into our first air bnb
A definite upgrade to the bunkbed from me
Sarah awoke me, stating, "Hey fatty, time for run number two!"
The words so deflating, to not cry was all I could do
So instead of exclaiming, "Beg your pardon?!?!"
I joined her for a run to a botanical garden
Besides the people of Sweden needed to see me run
For the beauty of my hair bouncing outshines the sun!
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| There's no reason to pout, if this is the destination of your morning workout. |
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| Who can believe in Winter's gloom when Spring arrives and flowers bloom? |
Since the sky was no longer ominous and dark
As the sun came out, we found a spot, nice and shady
So I could enjoy a picnic with my wonderful lady
The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes to hours
As we wandered through all of the beautiful flowers
As the sun came out, we found a spot, nice and shady
So I could enjoy a picnic with my wonderful lady
The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes to hours
As we wandered through all of the beautiful flowers
We finished our day with some fluffy ice cream
It's a glorious life, when you are living the dream
But after a dream, you must come awake
For we had a flight back to London to take
If only our ties to responsibility could sever
We could keep on traveling this world forever!
But after a dream, you must come awake
For we had a flight back to London to take
If only our ties to responsibility could sever
We could keep on traveling this world forever!
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| It is every vagabond's duty, to share this world's beauty... |
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| It's as simple as something that everyone knows, that her beauty will follow wherever she goes. Up the hill in the back of the house in the wood, she'd love me forever I know, she could.. |
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| I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok. I just want to be ok today. I just want to feel the day, feel the day, feel the day. I just want to feel something today. I just want to the know the day, know the day, know the day. I just want to know something today. I just want to know the day, know the day, know the day. Know that I will be ok. |
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| My hopes are higher than this waterfall, though I try to resist I still want it all. I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes. I see a little house on the hill with bright window panes. I see quiet nights poured over ice while we're in Spain... |
Our next planned trip will take us to Greece
I can't wait to get to the island of Santorini
So I can see my woman sport a bikini
...And lay on the beach with an appletini!
Sometimes wishes come true even without a genie!
Whooo, poem blog over. J'ai terminé
Random GoPros
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| Lads - this is where they let the Navy in, so dock here to find a girl that's Scandinavian! |
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| With enough balloons we can fly, so take my hand and we can try. Just you and I, let's claim the sky. |
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| Feeling like a hero, but I can't fly. You know you never crash if you don't try. Took it to the edge, now I know why. You're never gonna live if you too scared to die... |
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| What if, what if we runaway? What if, what if we left today? What if we said goodbye to safe and sound. What if, what if we're hard to find. What if, what if we lost our minds? Because when the lights go poof and the stars explode, we will be fireproof... |
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| It's definitely not lame, that these flowers are shaped like a flame. Yeah, I'm in the poetry game. |
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| Would you believe it? Those sapphire eyes. The brilliant girl with whom time flies. Then the camera clicks and we are stars, we're laughing in the back of chauffeured cars. Phone call rings and your voice is desire, as Winter moves into Summer fires. I promised you what's ours is ours and one of these trips I'll take you Mars... |
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| Oh the man with the hair so fair, the hair so fair you can't compare. Oh the hair, the beautiful hair, one could only stop and stare. It isn't fair, I've lost my hair, there isn't any left to share. Who would dare to cut this hair, this beautiful hair I no longer wear... :'( |
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| Don't you worry there my honey, we might not have any money. But maybe I think you're cute and funny. Maybe I want to do what bunnies do with you, with you, with you... |
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| Let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France. Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance. Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants... From way up high, you and I, oh you and I... |
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| The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine. Even if it's through a backhand it's just fine. Her love is rare and sweet as cherry wine... Oh it's divine, that I get to call her mine. |
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| My dear there's no need to fuss, things are clearly great between us |
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| No need to count sheep, put her on a bus and she's fast asleep |
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| I'm so perplexed, as to why she looks so vexed. |
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| For all the things my eyes could view, the best by far is you :) |
