Ah, Paris!


Ah, Paris!

Sitting under the maple trees
In the gardens of the Tuileries,

A bird shat on my hand.
And when I did not move,

Again on my jacket. In Paris,
even the birds do not suffer fools gladly.

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2 responses to “Ah, Paris!

  1. Hahah!

  2. how sad.. 🙂

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