The Crashing Parisian Poet
There was a poet from France,
Who thought he really could dance!
Up onto the Eifel tower he went,
Not walking straight but really quite bent.
Whoops and ooh-la-la!
Onto the French earth he fell..
Oh, poet dear, your very last tear.
Pooling and gleaming, ever so tragically
in your ear.
May you f'ind yourself, tout suite, in a warm,
welcoming, French poetry heaven!
With Victor Hugo, Honore de Balzac......
Charles Baudelaire and Albert Camus to name,
but a few.
Oui, mon ami!
Even as the soft cathedral bells so very
mournfully strike seven!
July 10th, 2019
5:30pm PST
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