Pardon My French Poem by Lauren Coles

Pardon My French

When you think of Paris you think of French fries,
You think of guys who wearing berets,
Gondola boats,
You have to cover kids eyes from seeing inappropriate things,
But one thing about being American you can't understand swear words.

Tuesday, December 26, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: kids,paris
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