Deep in the woody French suburbs
where none of the English is spoke,
visits an almost-two nugget
whose uncle thinks he’s super dope.
The two wandered round the old city
pointing to blues, reds, and greens
on to the park and the bak’ry
to find food that would satisfy their mien.
His Opa! Is quite a jokester
having said “French cars <hoh hoh hoh>”
and now it is time for his gifting
of breading to stuff in his maw.
The small and the friendly nugget
whose eyes widen big at a grape
after sampling small bits of croissant
says “more?” with his eyes both agape.
No pain au chocolat as yet now
for sugar is not what he eats
but for the next week here near Paris
I reckon he’ll find bread a treat.
Julian Wise 