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....
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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 :) |
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
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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. |
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!