Anjou Poem by Laurence Overmire
Anjou
My pear are so
Delightful, I must speak now
With a fake French accent
And say, oui oui
Come come
The time is ripe
To peel away the pretense
And taste the sweet aperitif
To everlasting
Joie de vivre.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Nov.2000)
Damn, I think there is a cool Van Morrison song by that name! ! I might have to cry and listen to it! !
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5/7/2024 7:30:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mwah! ! a delicious fare for the eye to enjoy, a banquet of succulant treats, Love Duncan