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French Ladies

Ladies from France
Renowned for their glamor
Parade designer dresses
All day long all night long
Like gazelles in stilettos
Looking fit looking fab

It’s a mystery and conundrum
How successful they are
To maintain girlish figures
While we punish ourselves
Trying to lose every pound
It’s not right it’s not fair

I’ve decided to see for myself
Take the next red eye flight
Meet the ladies for breakfast
Spend a day à la parisienne

So here I am ~
Starting off with café au lait
And a big buttery croissant
Rush to this shop and this bakery
One errand then another
What a joy to sit down for a bite
It wouldn’t be a meal without wine
And a baguette s’il vous plaît
Then artful pastries sublime masterpieces

Whew ~
My day is done I’m back crossing the Atlantic
What have I learned from my day with the ladies
They’ll buy one croissant or a chocolate not a box
They love friends to laugh and chat at the table
They’ll nibble their pastry savoring each single bite
They prefer to shop for fashion than for food



Read on air by invitation  ~  April 28, 2021  'OPEN POETRY WITH WOLF SPIRIT'

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Iversen  Avatar
December 1, 2019 at 11:42 AM
Nice Line.Yes, the ladies have it down pat. I however, came back known as  Monsieur Le Joufflu* after numerous visits to patisseries. *Mr.Chubby
Gauthier Avatar
December 1, 2019 at 2:48 PM
LOL too difficult to resist!
Mcguire Avatar
November 20, 2019 at 4:14 PM
Very interesting. I hear the French talk between every bite which causes them to feel fuller quicker. I might try that sometime!
Gauthier Avatar
November 20, 2019 at 5:52 PM
That is SO clever. I tend to eat quickly if food is hot so it will not cool down. When I realize what I'm doing I want to kick myself in the butt and start eating salad that will stay art the right temperature.
Somadas Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 10:51 PM
Seems like you will start dieting.. Nice poem..
Gauthier Avatar
November 20, 2019 at 8:28 AM
Bad time of the year for that... as if there is ever a good time. LOL Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Jenish.
Wolf Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 8:52 PM
Points well-taken, Line... And they're not eating 'junk food' with lots of chemicals either... I guess it's like this: When in North America, do as the French do. :) gw
Gauthier Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 9:37 PM
I hear even their butter is more natural. I am craving a croissant right now. LOL
Rose  Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 5:26 PM
It sounds like a real sweet life to me Line. Qui qui ma Cherie , un petit croissant pour toi un pour moi. xo
Gauthier Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 6:42 PM
Thank you for your delightful visit and comment, Pixie.
Green Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 3:56 PM
That was a fun trip to Paris, thanks for letting me tag along. : )
Gauthier Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 4:02 PM
Thanks, Chris. Any time. Not expensive either. LOL
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