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..