Overheard In France - Poem by Martin Knebel
They sat at the next table down in France
This dapper chap and his Fiance
We heard how the combustion engine powers,
About compression ratios and G.P.S for hours.
All through the ‘Hors d’Oeuvres Fish and Main
Course, then combustion engines once again.
We caught him at the Petit Dejeuner
With croissant mouth on the A.A.
And routes from Angers, Nantes and Rennes
And how much time to there and back again
With average speeds. She bent her silken ear,
She with a smile or did we note a tear?
‘‘He’s in Accounts’’. I said. Of course
If there’s a marriage you can bet on a divorce! ’’
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