Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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On Becoming French

To be French means I’ll need to stop a few things, 
Whilst other small details I’ll seize.
I'll need to start smoking a lot, and
Start eating a whole lotta cheese.

But I wont wear berets with striped shirts,
Or hold a long skinny baguette,
Or say words like merde or putain, 
Va te faire foutre, or even say couchette.

But, I will talk as though I am in love, 
And eat frogs legs whenever I dine,
And be happy, with passion, with all that I am, 
Then, with friends, share all of my wine.

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Edward Mccall May 24, 2017 at 8:27 AM Nicely done Lewis nicely done it made me chuckle a great way to start the morning.I am with you though no berets. Lewis Raynes May 25, 2017 at 9:26 AM Long live berets... Would love to live in france

Anne-Marie Coreggia May 18, 2017 at 6:11 AM That was a lovely and funny poem:) You won't survive long w/out at least 'merde'. It's by no means an offensive word anymore, and 'berets w/striped shirts'? Have you been watching reruns of an 'American in Paris' with Gene Kelly? Lewis Raynes May 23, 2017 at 12:49 PM Bahaha I'd love to wear that and speak in an outlandish accent