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.
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