My Ode to The Netherlands

A native of the Netherlands was my Muzzer ( Mother ).
Venlo,her hometown,fondly remembered like no other.
Ride easily on bikes to get around,
avoiding ( de straatjes )the streets where cobbles are found.

In winter,on the Dam,she loved to skate,
with all of her sisters,early 'till late.
Buy some (frites en mayo)chips and mayo when walking around,
then delicious flans in cake shops,easily found.

Most of the Dutch seem like coffee addicts to me,
they guzzle it all day,like us English with tea.
Now I only drink the good stuff,proper coffee,
strong and filtered of the highest quality.

Now most of my family are all Dutch,
the nicest of people,whom I miss so much.