People think that Waterloo is a fascinating battlefield,
Relatively near to Brussels (where the sprouts come from)
And, as you know, a great cause of anal fart-gas.
But believe me there is more to it than that:
As I was wandering around checking out the graves
And generally having quite a nice time when.......
A load of drug-crazed German bikers appeared
Sky-high on unaccustomed "moules avec pommes frites"
And several gallons of extra-strong Belgian beer.
And they leaped on us and bashed the living shit
Out of my poor 99 year old mother-in-law, Deidre,
And left her lying there spasticated on the battlefield.
And for what, a few lousy packets of French cigarettes;
And I needed a metal scoop to rescue her remains to take home;
Dear God, I shall skip any more 19th century champs de guerre.








And what are you doing traveling with your 99 year old mom-in-law, anyway. You could have left her at home and she'd have never known the difference. Oh well... to late now 

Dee



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