Paris Sonnet
I visited Paris a few days ago went into a café
And ordered a cream cake, the slice was huge
And had a yellow liquid on top, I was assured
It was sweaty sugar.
Tiny footsteps
No, it was decoration
Made by an artistic baker and a fork
I have diabetes should not eat sugary things
Put a serviette over the cake, drank my coffee and left.
The river Seine was still high
I just this morning read that Paris has a plaque of rats
Discerning taste prefers cake shops and why not
Who wants to live in that dirty river blind lovers
Think are romantic.
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