23 June, 2016

I drink Italian coffee in bed via French Press,

I daydream of an Irish Guinness later to unwind and de-stress.

I sit on German engineering and I lie in Swedish sheets,

In the evening I like to feast on all of the Polish meats.

I wake from my siesta, a ‘Spanish nap’ I suppose,

I cook my Danish bacon to perfection, while my Russian central heating stops me being froze.

I’m eating Swiss and Belgian chocolate, while I talk on my Scottish phone

I watch runners in Greek Olympics on the Scottish television in my home.

That mirror I gaze into, I believe it’s Lebanese,

But now I’m off topic,

back to my smorgasbord of European cheese.