Me, my snails and France

Not too long ago i do recall

Gazing amazingly at Louis' mirrored hall

Wondering how on earth a guy so pudgy

Could surround himself with mirrors aplenty.

Now coming back to the subject of Paris (pa-ree)

I'm suddenly reminded of a chimpanzee

He swung habitually around Notre Dame

I'm surprised the French weren't alarmed.

City of lights, with romantic sights

Ooo i think i see a couple fight

Oh what a tragedy, what a farce

One thing's for sure they fight with class.

First a claw and then a bite

They sure do fight like little tykes.

Then of course there's les petits hors d'oeuvres

Which are so small it's quite absurd.

Making a grand enterance next are escargots

Weren't they crawling just a while ago?!

All tourists should try climbing Le Tour Eiffel

If for no better reason than acquiring a dizzy spell

The view up there is truly no simple affair

Provided you have perfectly-coiffeured hair

The breeze up there is no joke

It could well sweep away a little bloke.

All in all i must admit

I am complaining a tad little bit

But if instead i started reminiscing

"There she goes again.." Friends would start hissing

Thus a parody i must write

Although, La France, I love with all my might

So take this poem lightly friends

And with it, my blessings do i send!