The Perfect Place

Paris was the perfect place To start these summer games, From the opening flotilla To the lighting of the flames. Instead of an arena, Athletes floated down the Seine, Waving flags and wearing smiles we’d see Again and yet again. There was spectacle and music, Very quintessential French And the rain harmed no one’s spirits, Though their clothing it did drench. With the city as the backdrop, Charm and beauty set the stage, Introducing all the magic The Olympics will engage. What a wonderful distraction And we owe it all to France. For the next two weeks, I needn’t think Of You-know-who and Vance.