Fete Patronale
A French Limerick, if there can be such a thing…
At the Fete Patronale here in France,
whilst I stood in a wine-induced trance.
A lady of substance
had caused a disturbance
by showing her drawers in the dance.
She was notably broad in the beam,
had a fondness for cake, it would seem.
When she wiggled her bootie,
it was clear her Clafouti,
was habitually smothered in cream.. bon..bon..
C’est bon, magnifique!
Cheers, Bhi…
Jim
Is this French limerick
good enough for a pick?
Well, I like it.
Hi Luigi,
I’ll settle for the recommendation…
Cheers
Jim