Princess Of Cannes Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw

A stroke of luck
and for the day
we ventured to
an unknown view
across the bay
What luck! good luck!
The south of France
and daughter fair
her golden hair
it was by chance
our piece of luck
the dress she wore
was smart and clean
loveliness seen
print palm adorned
with love and luck
we walked a lot.
Princess of Cannes
with her 'maman'
so glam! How hot!
Nail varnish stuck!
Was but a day
we lunched and sipped
as boats just dipped
that month of May.

Others strutted
hither, thither
all important
seemed unpleasant
in a dither
still were the yacht
just for a day
we ventured to
a sea blue view
but couldn't stay
and then for luck
we drank a toast
they didn't see
that it was me
along that coast
my pride my girl
we talked a lot
Princess of Cannes
with her 'maman'
so glam! How hot!
Martini stirred.
For just a day
we lunched then sipped
as boats just dipped
that day in May.

May 2008
Cannes Film Festival
for Demelza.