French Class Poem by Bobert Smithsonian III

I walk into my French class,
Because I yearn to learn
The lovely language of French
And the art of wearing a beret.

My teacher doesn't like me.
He says I smell quite odd.
But I don't really care because
My fish's name is Jeff.

Today I learned to say 'Hello.'
The French word is 'Bonjour.'
It means 'Hello' in English.
I'm hungry for some squid.

I love to learn French.
I want to go to France someday.
I want to eat chocolate and crossiants
And meet hot French women.