Le Petit Bistrot
Le Petit Bistrot
I write about
is not in Montpellier.
It's somewhere else
in southern France
and tries hard to marvel me.
It's tightly jammed
in horseless street,
for who would bring the horses?
They're on the menu,
or I'll be damned.
Yes - dish at number four.
And look, for sweet
is Bon Soufflé.
I think I'll ask for more.
9/28/2015
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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