Tourist

 'Twas in a village in Lorraine
 Whose name I quite forget,
I found I needfully was fain
 To buy a serviette.
I sought a shop wherein they sell
 Such articles as these,
And told a smiling mademoiselle;
 'I want a towel, please.'

'Of kinds,' said she, 'I've only two,'
 And took the bundles down;
And one was coloured azure blue,
 And one was khaki brown.
With doubt I scratched my hoary head;
 The quality was right;
The size too, yet I gravely said:
 'Too bad you haven't white.'

That pretty maid had sunny hair,
 Her gaze was free from guile,
And while I hesitated there
 She watched me with a smile.
Then as I went to take the blue
 She said 'Non' meaning no.
'Ze khaki ones are best, M'sieu:
 Ze dirts zey do not show.'

Form: Ballad

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