Charles M. Moore - Sacre Bleu

I asked, 'Yes'?
She cried 'No'!

Then on and on she had to go
like a gun ra-tat-tat-tat
screaming that she is too fat
up and down
she paced a beat
grinding teeth and stamping feet
then she grabbed her coat and hat
and stormed out of the door like that

So much for tea at Sacre Bleu
I just enquired
one lump or two.

Charles M. Moore

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