French Nonsense Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled Into a café
On the Rue de la Fontaine
I ordered a small latte
And I sang a soft refrain
The waiter took my order
And asked me to shut up
Then stuck a piece of truffle
Into my coffee cup

He spoke to me in broken French
I didn't understand
I looked at him with some dismay
He took hold of my hand
He wiped away a tear or two
And then he asked for monet
And as I pushed his hand away
I found it rather Funnaye