French Fries and Fête

Ooh la la. What's that smell? Beurk. Butter. Pure cartel.

Bon appetit, they shout at me. View view. View view.

Met this dude named Jacques. Tiny dog, giant croissant, striped shirt,

big beret, said, "ca va?" Like a flex on,

he bikes past cars. Shouts, "allez, allez!"

Then parks in the cafe for a three hour latte. He goes,

"oh la la" when the bill comes round, I go, "mon ami,

you just sat down". He shrugs, "c'est la vie". Spills wine on