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I’ve decided to be French,
Now I don’t have to care
About anything that goes
Into my mouth, only no excess,
That’s the secret key to success!
Now that I’m French
My purchases — fresh, bright things,
Accessories make a lady, you know
If I become permanent bling, a gold rush
Entrance in lamé, apropos
It’s easy, when you’re French,
A path will greet me when I take
The next step, lively out a painted door,
My needs to be met, just as soon
As I choose to give the world — more!
Since I’m an all-new me,
My high heels match my highlights,
A smile lightbulbs my whole day,
Faking it until making it
Only works when we fail to play
I’m really not French,
Still the very same old me,
Learning how to be, more
Than an inner plea, my outer
Surface reflecting all that I see
Hello there, how do you do?
I’d really enjoy a glimpse
Of a less faulty point of view,
The pleasure’s all mine, truly,
To meet, to greet…you.
This poem was inspired by my love of butter, and French women. True story.

