The French have really got it knocked
when it comes to comfort food.
Nothing works by the fireside
as well as cheese fondue.
It's so gooey and so stringy,
it's a challenge just to eat.
Runs off the bread and down your chin
It cert'nly isn't neat!
A shrimp cocktail, a glass of wine
are good comp'ny for this fest.
It sooths your nerves and treats your taste;
the French still do it best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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