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Amsterdam
My glow in the dark yo-yo and my two-headed crawdad in a jar
is what I'd give to the person who could explain why the people
who live in Holland are called the Dutch and their stamps say
"Netherlands."
They live in windmills instead of houses, put dots on top of
their vowels and all the boys are named Hans.
They say "YA" instead of yeah and have stretched-out heads, which
is okay because we need to laugh as much as we can to release
some of the stress you get from trying to figure out why their
shoes are made of wood,
why the people of Deutschland are german,
and why the French pronounce an "r" like a "w," like in
"croissant,"
which is like a donut but costs more, and if you get one you
should always get the kind with chocolate chips in them, because
then you get lots of friends,
like in that song from that old commercial "Who's the kid with
all the kids hanging rou-hound, he's got the snow-man, snow
cone."
I'll bet they don't even know what snow is in Europe. I'll bet
you one "lira."
