Go on, have a poem. I insist.

Monday, 17 October 2011

France - Je Plaisante


If you make a threat towards the French they'll fall upon their knees,
And wave a small white flag which more than faintly smells of cheese.
They could be down and out, on the street, and only have one shoe,
But they'll do it in a way that seems superior to you.

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