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Lost in France
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk) Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk |
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Gites and Chateau's Bed and Breakfasts Happy citizens of France Auberges, creperies and cafe's Go there when you get the chance Thro' the tunnel Bound for Calais Onto those fine roads we go Passed the cornfields and the white cows and the wind farms that do grow Actually in bunches under 10 or so, their sculpted forms Don't detract from country splendours Actually my old heart warms To them, believing wind has meaning Energising all about Seems to me to be a real source And in fact there's little doubt At the beaches white sand softly Grass clad dunes, a 'rolling sea Tender bodies cooking slowly A sun kisssed well oiled symphony In the towns a wealth of good things Cakes and Chocolates special cheese Wines and Spirits, gorgeous perfumes Wafting on the summer breeze And of course the bronze skinned Amazons With big eyes of steely bue Northern France is under sold Why? I have no clue Just returned to the UK from this wonderland called France |