Paris En Plein Air

Shan't Tell* was munching pommes fritties**
When one dropped between her teat-tease
Linda Hand
Saw it land
And crushed it in little bitties


* Fr - Chantel, Chantelle
**Am = French fries  
    Br = chips 
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Rose  Avatar
June 7, 2020 at 6:23 AM
The Italian used to put their money there, the Spanish their roses, hah, nice little wallet heh, and nice little ditto, Have a beautiful day dear poet friend xo
Allison Avatar
June 6, 2020 at 4:58 PM
oh la la you made me smile:-) hugs Jan xx
Bauer Avatar
June 6, 2020 at 2:52 PM
you are so clever, rico! (and funny, too!)
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 6, 2020 at 1:46 PM
Franglais plaisir, j'aime ca ici la. xomo
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