but for tea

many more came

to the old salon with some

pretty french name

where the waiters

always served red wine

and even the puffy poodles dined

on croissants and escargot

she chatted with both pooch and man

about the tiresome things

life demands

like the slash in fashion's latest dress

and full curls in every raven tress

as she triumphed over

the arc of man

museum or is it musee?

in Paris, who's to say?

if it's Louvre or if it's D'Orsay

where painters past still

passionately play

from their canvas upon walls far away

as foreign faces pass by

on Champs-Elysee

tres belle and tres magnifique

french today

but tomorrow-

it's greek

so much for those who foolishly seek

to make romantic knees go quite weak

if love's language

is one they

can't speak