Thoughts from Paris
The Moulin Rouge has plenty of girls,
With feathers and boas and pearls,
And sweet little tits
Of a size that permits
Dancing with high kicks and swirls.
The country has so many cheeses
And foie gras, from well-fattened geeses,
And fresh crusty bread,
And wines, white and red—
A mix that constantly pleases.
A Parisien girl on a bicyclette
Left me images, hard to forget.
Of a tall elegant kind,
Her coat billowed behind,
And long legs completed the effect.
With so many sweet gateaux (and their kin),
It’s hard to know where to begin.
But what puzzles me more
Than the calories they store,
Is: how Parisiens keep so thin?
The Metro induces strange habits,
To come and then go, as White Rabbits,
But as you board and alight,
Keep your wallet from sight,
As there are plenty there willing to nab it.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2014