Whimsical sense of humour in the air –
Crisp scents of Tintin, Snowy, and the Smurfs lingered.
A melting pot of history present.
Mussels floated as we dug deep, crevices of a foreign land –
Quaint, little, neat.
Who is she?

Lengths of quilt wrapped round the cobblestone,
On which paints and pillows put the head on a swivel.
I saw the Old Man by the building,
Lone atop a chair.
He glanced, He waved,
He danced, and He smiled…
A charming bloke,
A traveller’s delight.
Ah hah, there she was!

There was something peculiar about Belgium,
I couldn’t quite wrap my head around.
Was it perhaps, the Sexy Blond?

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning Within: Reminiscing about the sights of Belgium.