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Away At Home

Lord and master has left us
In farcical pursuit of Trumpian dreams
Columbus killed us all
But not all is as it seems

Stairways to nearby heavens
Can be found in false 4-star hotels
But loan me please a cajun lass
Craving anew the peel of Notre Dame’s bells

A new roof holds out the rain
For a mere 5,700 bills
Have you ever marveled true
At the Parisien multitude of hills?

Sacre Cour, Pere Lachaise,
Arc D’Defense, take a Metro ride
Lily roamed the Catacombs
The exit far over on the other side

Try to load some pictures
And MOVs will never do
Facebook is SO in trouble—
What’s a demigod to do?

Home again, home again, better mop the floor
I promise the litter gods I never will leave evermore

Along rue de Whimsy

Is it true bubbles make things better,
Like a sunny day doesn’t hurt;
Like a lithesome newly met lady
With a surprising yielding tight skirt?

Or, regard granite-rendered shoulders
Attending a chin suitably cleft.
But, then, the storm is awash the bulkhead
And all Joy has upped and swiftly left.

Can you tell me the way back to happy?
Or, the land over near next to not bad?
We all need a Springtime vacation
From this our time melted into so sad

Paris plans wrap their Arch,
But the Old Caesar is so very dead.
And I can’t abide those self-gilded Trumpettes—
I’d very much rather someone else instead.

Magna Laude will discover une baguette,
As I count the steps to the third etage:
Gray, overcast, with a soft Parisien rain—
All cares forwarded to Le Voice Message.

Is it true bubbles make all things better,
Like a sunny day doesn’t at all hurt?
Salut, Soleil, comment ca va?
Our days grow short, time to be alert.