I don’t remember Paris, not at all;
I think I might have had too much to drink –
It seems like there was some big “awful tower” —
And everyone was dressed in gold and pink
They all spoke French – that much I can remember –
There was a girl there with me, what’s-her-name —
I don’t remember Paris, only vaguely;
But still, I think I liked it
All the same
Beautiful! This poem reminds me of a special lady in my life named Paris! She is as beautiful and lovely as the city itself!
She sounds lovely…
Yea she really is.