Welcoming and rude.
La rue decorated with pup,
And human excrement.
La personal pride flying high in style,
Hygiene nowhere to be found.
Ohh how can I hate you?
You are my home.
La couleur draped around,
Blue, white, and red.
La borough filled of colonies past,
Vietnam, Algérie, Haïti.
Ohh I can not break this emotion,
Bountiful food has made me fall.
La Tour Eiffel always captivating,
Annoying my daily commute.
La love is strong and forevermore,
Ma France persists within my heart.
~Anthony Fassio
That was lovely!
ReplyDeleteTony you really must be a writer and chief. Beautiful poem. I love you Auntie. Wow last class. Awesome xoxoxoxo
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