Hey, so Boussu is wild... really.

Around Rue de l'Église, I wander mumbling.

Oh gosh, that street is magic.

Mmm, like Certified Copy said, "Life is a memory," eh?

I saw lovey-dovey kisses at the park, heh.

Le Parc du Cinquantenaire? That park is huge, lol!

I nearly bumped into a statue there.

The river, Troubled Brook, flows slow.

Boussu’s alleys? Mad, super fun yank!

Small cafés sparkle with comical vibes.

I paused at Place du Marché, ya know,

Mumbling, "I was not born for silence."

Crazy sexologist life in the city, err, so!

I met quirky peeps on Rue des Fleurs.

Cafeteria smooches and whispered secrets there.

Oh, my fave spot: Le Petit Bouchon – amaze!

I once spilt coffee there, oh no!

The city thrills my sexologist heart daily.

I got riled at noisy night brawls, haha.

Funnily, my heart pounded, "certif copy style."

Iprolly misspeeled here too: nay, its fine.

Bruh, every corner hides cheeky moments.

I catched some smells and tastes & feelings.

Hehe, I mumble: "what a magical maze!"

Every step feels like a crazy film.

Boussu is not average, never, no way!
Okey dokey, my friend, enjoy Boussu, yeah?

Its soul is like a dancing bubble.

Mumblin', strolling, loving, oh dear... wow!