One thing I cannot do
is get the hang
of Luxembourg bars.
You sit,
thirsty for booze,
until the wait
sees.
And I want a beer,
and I’m sat here,
and one doesn’t just
chime the bar.
It’s not like they've got geuze,
or something else special;
it’s merely a mock British bar
in the Luxembourg Gründ.
The metro’s only got
two stops.
Mind you,
there’s only one carriage,
fifteen people.
And the two stops
align vertically.
And I want a beer,
and I’m sat here,
and one just doesn’t
chime the bar.