I cant pretend that the long week end
That I spent in gay Parie
Though `twas great left me in a state
Of very low degree.
The Mona Lisa smiled at me
And I smiled back at her
Went to Montmartre to study art
And take in the Sacre- Coeur
.
A bottle of wine when I went to dine
On the St Gernain des Pris
Drunk another lot in les Deux Maggot
I should not have done; I agree
Cognac went down well in the hotel
My friends I tried not to embarrass
But the carpet rose and hit my nose
I was completely plastered in Paris
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LOL....Very funny poem...sounds like a whirlwind weekend for sure! ! Those naughty carpets...someone ought to glue em down! ! Hugs, dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All I can say is that I am green-not from a gay weekend anywhere! ! Just that Paris is so close that you can run over for a while...and be home in time to nurse your hangover! ! Scarlett