The state of France
Rhymes with "Romance"
And Migrants want
To take a Chance
To Build a Life
Free from All Strife,
if Careers Advance,
in Droll Old France.
Their Modern Stance
On Bigger Barns
And Euro Fun
Begs No Askance,
But the Puzzle Here
Is the Arab Tears
And whether THEY
Feel Aliena---
ted.
They Speak The Lingo,
Play the Same Bingo,
Have Abandoned MAN-DING-O
In Favour Of SACRE BLEU.
Their Minds Are Entrenched
In All Things French,
Music, Culture, Art -- those Things
That Cheer An Ailing Heart To SING!
But in the End
It is all for Nought,
For They Thought
"I am French!"
While the State says,
"You are NOT."
** Inspired by an article at NY Times.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
About Me
Popular Posts
-
while alice is stuck in wonderland kevin is lost in blunder land. what's that you say? "Hey -- bummer, man." like a racer n...
-
their numbers are legion all over the region, their leader's charm a spreading contagion strangling the youths: the roots of our nation....
-
it has been, it seems to me, a long eternity since i found that she was not for me. but for reasons best known to her and ...
-
Recently, I attended the National Unity Forum, organised by Jabatan Perpaduan Negara (Prime Minister's Department). Mr. Philip Koh spoke...
-
can a person love untruly? such a heart, must be unruly? if she loves not truly, will the world stop, end, and stand still? for her, my hear...
-
i am terse when i insert myself into her ... words. intense, not incensed: nor will my tense- ness ever dispense the need for verb-...
-
the people always tell you, it is noble to be noble, it is great to be loyal, and honourable to be valorous. the people always tell yo...
-
Most Malaysians have an identification card number that follows the format of xxxxxx-xx-xxxx. Why not attempt to make a game out of it? The ...
-
A Friend has asked me about BOC's. British Overseas Citizens are entitled under the British Nationality Act, 1981, to be registered as a...
-
young, beautiful, and innocent- the target of a selfish neighbour. she cared not for you in heaven by her insiduous labour. indeed you did n...
Blog Archive
Blogs I read (when I have time)
-
-
April Musings 20253 months ago
-
A Few Words On Healthcare7 months ago
-
The paradox of insular language1 year ago
-
The End of Blogging (for Me)2 years ago
-
The Only Person Fit to Be Mayor of NYC4 years ago
-
-
No comments:
Post a Comment