It’s National Poetry day here in the UK and the Tight-head has come across all lyrical.
‘Agincourt, Waterloo and all the rest; not to be trusted, the French. Garlic-eating, cheese-munching surrender-monkeys, The French.’
Germain, Jean Christophe, Franck and Laurent are French and yet, THEY are the ones walking with us: Curious lot, The French.
Terry was irascible, difficult-to-know, hated fakes, kicked people in the shins and yet he seemed to love The French.
He loved visiting France, especially Bayonne, going into the mountains, drinking, eating and sharing his pleasure with The French.
They have a lot to answer for, The French.
I don’t know much, but I think I like The French.
Even though they are French.
Stuart Smith – 6th October 2016
I have no idea what has come across our wafer-thin friend, but I feel certain that ‘The French’ will beat it out of him by suppertime on Sunday.
Thank you once again to all of those who have donated. Should you need any love poetry to woo the apple of your eye, Stuart is writing to order in return for donations…
Ultreia!
