Friday, August 22, 2014
Haiku Friday: The French
Based on the above song by Vincent Delerm and a lot of other French pop music, it would be safe to assume that the French are vampires. I mean, listen to the song! He might as well come right out and say he wants to suck your blood.
But their similarity to vampires is only one of the many fascinating aspects to French culture. Let's haiku about the French today! C'mon, it will be fun... and I will allow broad license in addressing the topic. Here, I will go first:
He wore a cape (yes!)
Drew naked women with chalk
Oh, foreign exchange!
Now it is your turn! Use the 5/7/5 syllable formula, and have some fun!!!!
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One of the first to
recognize this colony,
in '78
An army and boats.
Money and alliances.
In their self-interest
they acted for us,
revenging the loss of the
seven year war.
recognize this colony,
in '78
An army and boats.
Money and alliances.
In their self-interest
they acted for us,
revenging the loss of the
seven year war.
They are cheese eating
surrender monkeys. Old joke:
do you know why the
Champs-Elysees is
lined with trees? So the Germans
can march in the shade.
surrender monkeys. Old joke:
do you know why the
Champs-Elysees is
lined with trees? So the Germans
can march in the shade.
# posted by 
: 11:24 AM
: 11:24 AM
Shellfish explosion?
Oui! Let them eat bouillabaisse.
*sigh* Fine, some bread, too.
Oui! Let them eat bouillabaisse.
*sigh* Fine, some bread, too.
# posted by : 12:13 PM
: 12:13 PM
Walking for miles, awe...
Musees, cathedrals, cafes
The City of Light
No destination
Lost myself, found myself on
cobbled alleyways
Monet, Vernon, a
bike path travelled to gardens
enchanted with time.
Sancerre and fromage
soft pliant baguette, evoke
scent, taste memories
Musees, cathedrals, cafes
The City of Light
No destination
Lost myself, found myself on
cobbled alleyways
Monet, Vernon, a
bike path travelled to gardens
enchanted with time.
Sancerre and fromage
soft pliant baguette, evoke
scent, taste memories
Mon Dieu the skirts are
Steaks! They dance partnered with chic
Slender spuds in berets.
Mademoiselle: is
Is it lipstick or ketchup
You wear? Keez Me quick.
Escargot forego
Their shells,storm The Bastille slow
Motion.Naked Lunch.
The soup Oignon sulks.
Left alone with a baguette
insufficient beurre.
Here after much wine
Everyone becomes pastel
Impressions of self.
Steaks! They dance partnered with chic
Slender spuds in berets.
Mademoiselle: is
Is it lipstick or ketchup
You wear? Keez Me quick.
Escargot forego
Their shells,storm The Bastille slow
Motion.Naked Lunch.
The soup Oignon sulks.
Left alone with a baguette
insufficient beurre.
Here after much wine
Everyone becomes pastel
Impressions of self.
# posted by : 9:50 PM
: 9:50 PM
I fell in love with
His upper lip. The silken
Balustrades of hair
Down which my kiss slid to lips
Beaujolais-flavored. He was
French. Life was picnic.
A breeze could make him
Ecstatic. He nipped my neck
As if wild plums grew there.
His upper lip. The silken
Balustrades of hair
Down which my kiss slid to lips
Beaujolais-flavored. He was
French. Life was picnic.
A breeze could make him
Ecstatic. He nipped my neck
As if wild plums grew there.
# posted by : 6:11 PM
: 6:11 PM
Listen Osler--Geoff sucks!
Geoff once decided
To pretend to be French, to win
My charms (get my drift?)
Tomato soup red
Beret, striped shirt, tight pants and
Ballet slippers.He
Looked like Pepe Le
Pew in drag. What do I gotta
Do for a real man?
Even his mustache
Was fake.Gopher fur. Sheesh,"O"!!!
I sent him packing.
(To the Left Bank of Lake Kegonsa!)
Geoff once decided
To pretend to be French, to win
My charms (get my drift?)
Tomato soup red
Beret, striped shirt, tight pants and
Ballet slippers.He
Looked like Pepe Le
Pew in drag. What do I gotta
Do for a real man?
Even his mustache
Was fake.Gopher fur. Sheesh,"O"!!!
I sent him packing.
(To the Left Bank of Lake Kegonsa!)
# posted by : 6:27 PM
: 6:27 PM
Sallee-- I dreamt you
Were in the Folie Bergeres
Last night wearing a
Boa made of nothing
But sprigs of lavender and
Nothing else. You smelled
Divine like mere's best
Savon. How I longed to kiss
Each inch: Saucy Fille!
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Were in the Folie Bergeres
Last night wearing a
Boa made of nothing
But sprigs of lavender and
Nothing else. You smelled
Divine like mere's best
Savon. How I longed to kiss
Each inch: Saucy Fille!
# posted by : 6:38 PM
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