Amsterdam Poem - Work in Progress

The summer days of Amsterdam
Are long as long can be.
The sun forgets it's meant to set
Until nine forty-three;

Perhaps it gets excited there
(Now that makes sense to me)
To watch the people eat and smoke
And play and laugh with glee,

'Cause there's so much to see and do
For any cultured man.
I'll list the main attractions now
Of laid-back Amsterdam.

For those who have a sinful bent
There's shops for sex and drugs;
A green-brown light for skunky highs
But red for naked hugs.

For those who love the Christian God
Or merely like His Word
There's bibles by the metric tonne
To please your inner nerd.

For those who want to gawp and shrink
From man-made misery
There's Holocaust memorials -
Horrific history.

So many ways to get around
By bus, by boat, by bike,
By tram, by foot, or even car...
Just pick the mode you like.

The native Dutch are friendly folk
And most are Anglophones
An extra scoop of ice-cream tops
The spittle in the cones.