Welcome Belgium

I appreciate you taking the time

to read my blog so I could make that rhyme.

I wanted to ask David Beckham

If he knew what rhymed with Belgium

But I heard he crashed into a tree, an elm.

He cracked several teeth to be filled with amalgam

So I turned to a long lost friend Brian Selm

Who was in some crazy mud race bedlam

and through the mud I couldn't see his emblem.

So I cranked up the latest tune from Lady Antebellum

As I descended down the alps performing a slalom.

At the bottom of the hill wasn't the usual worker Malcom

But instead was a stand-in, if you will, a locum.

The man acted like a jerk and was obviously missing his lingum

I stopped. Gathered my thoughts. Looked deep inside my head down to the cerebellum

I rushed immediately to the Public Library of Harlem

But it was full with students in their practicum

The course was on metals such as Vanadium Thallium and Titanium

So then I took a bus deep into Alabama, down to Pelham

And I must say their libraries doth underwhelm

So I hopped on a schooner and took control of the helm

As I left land saddened I hopped up on hypericum

I stopped in Africa and conversed with a Mallam.

I had no idea what he said so I ignored him

Despite the bad seas the ship was made with oakum

And my sea sickness was better, just a modicum

of what I have felt before when I wished I was at the sea's bottom

(By now I hope you have added this blog entry onto your Stickum)

I came across a small but widely used consortium

As a book of words derived from ancient Irish ogham

I quickly was confused by my journey and checked my trusty vade mecum

And realized suddenly I had to stop - Why am I rhyming about Belgium?