I so much love French culture, oui.
The Louve.
The Eiffel Tower.
Blow jobs and adultery.
Radioactive power.

The arcitecture!
Oh!
So grand!
Cathedrals by the oodles.
Vineyards dominate a land
overun with poodles. 

Tour a famous winery
along the river Rhone.
Musigny of Burgundy.
La Tache.
Dom Perignon.

Experience Escoffier.
Eclectic chef of kings.
A port wine sauce.
A quick saute.
Those bouquet garni things.

I must admit, the highlight
of my last trip to France
was in a French restaurant one night.
Got brave and took a chance.

The menu was extensive
and looked like Greek to me
so I picked the most expensive.
The houses "specialty".

I began with a martini.
Dry.
With Boodles Gin.
Then right after hors d ourves I see
them drag two poodles in.

"Oh kontrare moan frair"  I thought.
"I should have had the bass."
Intrigued I watch the chef prepare
"Poodles under glass".

A shocking, gruesome sight
yet, despite my condemnation,
those Frenchmen sure know how to  fight
poodle infestation.

It can kiss it's ass adieu
the hideous little beast.
Not only make a nice ragout,
but a four star gourmet feast.