To the streets of Paris
came piss and cigarette butts,
(pisse et megots) .
Then came hosing the streets
down at dawn.
Then loads more piss
and a butt-explosion.
No need to care,
(megots washed away) ,
cafes gave ash-trays a miss.
Paris is the cendrier.
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