Francophiles Poem by Matt Western

Fanfares riding the air in a flourishing serenade
Regressive stares of artisans who come in pairs
All lined up straddling the boulevard with no care
Unable to observe their voluptuous escapade

Cast in shady charisma they seldom cease to pronounce
Openness seen without a doubt by the naked eye
Prized with numbers of their countless courting counts
Inter-woven with their cultures promiscuous guise

Intrinsically selected are their leaders of doctorate lies
With virtue of false splendour that plagiarised their people’s minds

Enigma of the stigma bared upon the fruitless crown
That should be frowned upon