The Young French Maid Pours Tea

The young French maid pours tea
for the heartless Queen Marie-Antoinette
whose image Dunlop objected to paint...
because he must have hated royalty!


The young French maid dreams of liberty,
although she eats bread and her family
eats brioche': her oppressed heart must be free...
while walking in the eerie shadow of hostility!


Pour tea, pretty maid with servant humility,
never let thoughts daunt you and scream into obscurity...
your mean Queen will meet her fate at their hungry hands,
and her decapitated head will roll onto the streets of France!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Dietrich Avatar
June 7, 2013 at 3:03 PM
I have not seen you for so long, Andrew. How are you? Good to catch this one of yours. A sign of the times. I can see a day in the future when heads are going to roll again!!!
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