Tuesday, May 13, 2014

I Can't Cøpe...nhagen: A Pøem (Slash Excuse To Shøw Off Søme Sights)

Some of you may recall a time...
when I tried to find some heroes of mine.

Some Irish lads named John and Edward..
Better known as twin singers:  Jedward.

This was in Ireland where I went...
with Keith and Bookie in two thousand eleven't. 

If you haven't heard them yet with your ear...
then watch this clip of them at Eurovision from that year.





Since then, my search for them has never ceased...
and this time, Jon is here!  Our chances have increased!

In Copenhagen the twins were spotted...
Jon shouted, "We must find them in the time alotted!"

They are in town for the semi finals, being goof-offs...
While getting a Euorvision award for the highest coifs.


Our search begins after a tough night out...


...and we went a most circuitous route.


Through the city we must go...


...and this time, for an answer, we will not take “no!”


Throughout the city, we wonder where they’ll be...



We even checked out this place, under the sea:



We tried at the palace, since Jedward are royalty...



...but we were turned away without much loyalty.


We found some twins, but they weren’t right...


They were lesbian statutes... so Kayt & Julia would love this sight.

We thought for sure they’d be at the Happy Wall...


...but, unfortunately, we found nothing at all. 


This bus made us think we were close to a win...


Because isn’t Ditø Danish for Twin?

We searched everywhere, in spaces people cherished...

...and yes, of course, I almost perished.

Keith and Asan wanted to go...



For soon, it would be time for the Eurovision show!

We traveled over to Eurovision Island...

But we didn't want it to become a cry-land.

So we continued our search throughout the area...





While Keith and Asan continued to not care-ea.


Jon and I went to a place that was not meant for us...


While the other guys  shouted “Please stop boring us!”


During the quest, we began to spiral...


...Only Jedward could make us smile!

We found this bus and we thought we’d struck gold...
For it is named after one of their songs, which isn’t very old.


But our search proved to be made of ass..


...and then Keith and Asan convinced us to have dinner at Amass.




The waiters were stunning and the wine was fun....



But this bartender is clearly The One.



The staff was delightful and quick to inform...



...and Keith was wearing their same uniform.



After dinner we went to the show...
...we met the Twin-Twins who sing about moustaches that grow.


Photos Courtesy: Jon's Post Here.


And though these Twin-Twins were great..
We still haven't seen the Golden Jedward Twins anywhere, and it got late!

At Eurovision we hoped they'd be...
...but according to Twitter, they went home to see Katy Perry.

The next day, our attitude was, "At least we had fun, oh well."
and to speed up this post, here's some other stuff we saw.  L. O. L.














Have a nice hot cup of hot!

Before Keith picks this up and you get shot!

After a full day of wandering around, the final Eurovision evening upon us all...
...we found the gay gathering place to watch outside, near Copenhagen's city hall.



We saw the performances one final time...
...but in the middle, something happened...and this is a line I cannot make rhyme.  



Right in front of us, a big banner was unfurled...
...and from behind, I could see hair that was not curled.

Instead, it was pointed above their headward...
It was, in fact, a picture of Jedward!


These ladies from Team Jedward were there promoting their upcoming single...


...and with them, Jon and I mingled.

So even though this is as close as we got...



...at least we know Denmark's the spot.

This pøem was bad, but you can't begrudge me...



...or something.... SHUT UP AND DON'T JUDGE ME!


1 comment:

  1. "Upon Reading Your Poem"
    Robert Frost just dropped dead again.
    Emily Dickinson hung herself in heaven.
    Langston Hughes wants to kick your ass.
    e.e. cummings said he'd rather chew glass.
    Sylvia Plath called it worse than death.
    Maya Angelou just drew her last breath.

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