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  33.     

Limerick: Once A Briton In The Tour De France

Once a Briton in the Tour de France
Smoked cigars drank Champagne made bike dance
From Versailles to Paris
Yet won the Tour easy
How? By breathing exhaust fumes’ fragrance!

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2013
 
T (no first name) Wignesan

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  34.     

Paris In Spring

The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
A gay young wind's a-blowing,
The little shower is done.
But the rain-drops still are clinging
And falling one by one --
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time has begun.

I know the Bois is twinkling
In a sort of hazy sheen,
And down the Champs the gray old arch
Stands cold and still between.
But the walk is flecked with sunlight
Where the great acacias lean,
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And the leaves are growing green.

The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead,
There falls a dash of rain,
But who would care when such an air
Comes blowing up the Seine?
And still Ninette sits sewing
Beside her window-pane,
When it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time's come again.
 
Sara Teasdale

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  35.     

Travel Haiku - Spring In Paris

Paris spring
street by street we explore
the city like a flower

Paris spring
slowly but surely the city
blooms in us

Paris spring
foot by foot
we explore the city

Eiffel Tower spring
the city lights up
our dreams

Eiffel Tower spring
the city spreads out
like our dreams

They say springtime in Paris is the stuff of songs, daydreams, and romance novels. And there is a heavy dose of truth to that. Cruise the Seine River, admire art at the Louvre and the Musιe d'Orsay, and see the quintessential Parisian sights of the Arc de Triomphe and Notre Dame. Enjoy a good book and coffee at a cafι on the Champs-Elysιes, have a picnic of fresh bread and cheese in the Tuileries Garden, or take in a dinner show at The Moulin Rouge. Cap off your trip with an evening ascent up the Eiffel Tower to witness the City of Lights in full glory.
 
john tiong chunghoo

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  36.     

Paris Went To Hilton, Uhm, Harvard

Paris, Paris you finally made it to Harvard.
Let’s party and you’ll cry if you want to,
50 Cent can be your own personal muse, Urban Poet, a poetic sage,
When he said to you, Paris, “Get the F$$k off of my stage.”
(see observation It’s My Party)
Was it because you found the solution the world’s problems?
Had you discovered how to extract in formation from DNA within seconds?
Had you discovered the link between gravity and the electromagnetic spectrum?
Or had you brokered peace between the Israeli and the Palestinian Nations,
That would end violence?
But you declared “Harvard is Hot”,
Amazing you can put three words together two of which had the same starting letter.
You are a GENIUS!
NOT! ! ! ! !
You are epitome, that means you are the highest, of a joke that Harvard Lampoon honored,
You were dishonored and rightfully so,
I hope you will peel off your blinders to hopefully see,
You are wasting your life and providing fodder for the paparazzi.
Your grandfather wanted nothing to do with you.
Paris when you’re out money, when you had fallen from the top,
Maybe I’ll find your Lampoon Award in a pawn shop.

(2-10-2008)
 
Joe Rosochacki

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