- PetalsMemberSeptember 18, 2004 at 9:26 pmPost count: 2373
I will have to find a long poem I sent to a girlfriend years ago when she was going off to Paris for the first time. If I can find it, I will post it.
So you're off to Gay Paree,
Where the girls are fancy free
And the Frenchmen love to court
In a manner which is thought
To the British way of living,
Full of dangers and misgivings.
But it really doesn't matter
If we dwell upon the latter
For a saying, which is true,
'You must look ahead of you,
And avoid all complications,
As I'm sure you will admit
They'll be looking for a bit
Of English Vitality,
To enhance the Oui, Oui, Oui.
Many writers have discovered,
That a Miss is somewhat bothered
By the facts of life around her
Into which she must not flounder.
And it's true our reputation
With the foreign population
Is that we're really not so haughty
Once flattered by the naughty
Fun loving Casanovas
(With their Sports cars and their 'rovers')!
My advice for what it's worth,
Is keep your hand upon your girth
For it's quite a good protector
Agin the seeker of the nectar.
Like the busy bumble bee
Who keeps fumbling while he's free,
Once disturbed gives quite a sting
(Just don't let the blighter in)
And attack with all your force
To avoid this….drastic course!
Take a good look in your closet,
For a closet may deposit
Quite an overlooked addition
Which you'll pay for with submission!
The Notre Dame and Eifel Tower
You should find within your power
To visit and inspect,
Thus retaining self respect!
The Seine and other quarters
(A play, 'Lock Up Your Daughters')
Should expose the art of living
Without your doing all the giving!
So enjoy your stay in Paris
And I hope I haven't harrassed
Any plans you've undertaken
To partake in your vacation.
Paris is to be enjoyed
(not di-sex-ted as in Freud),
So forget us all back here.
Au Revoir to you, my dear!
<img src='style_emoticons//unsure.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’unsure.gif’ />Don and MargaretMemberSeptember 19, 2004 at 12:42 amPost count: 527
Go for it! <img src='style_emoticons//smile.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’smile.gif’ /> The trip across the chunnel was painless (and fast) as that train really moves. <img src='style_emoticons//biggrin.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’biggrin.gif’ /> You aren't actually in the tunnel but about 25 minutes (Just enough time for a couple of stiff drinks, if necessary). <img src='style_emoticons//ph34r.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’ph34r.gif’ /> Wish desperately we could go again.
Great poem Jacky. Looks like a good kickoff for another story, hmmm.
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