In a station of the Metro,
neckties, silk, Italian neckties;
as I was in Paris while on
spring break, (a stupid place to go,
the weather being cold and grey,
although, I knew French,《 Quelle surprise! 》
this friend of mine brought a moron
in terms of language and culture;
on top of that, he lost his way,
needless to say, his bride left him;
of course, this lovable hick flew
far from home, Europe on a whim;
to say my dislike of him grew,
harbinger of a disaster,
ever to remember this trip...).
My first vacation in Europe...
even if I simply forget
the bumpkin from the hills who let
reason take a backseat to loss,
of course, I couldn't give a toss.
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