home Poem List next poem French Socialization France has been maligned by those with her blood Samples of personal genetic grain These maligners insist were traced in mud By happenstance and not by wisdom's strain Weakness of french subvibrancy in arts Smothered in quisine designed to discust Overwhelmed by goatable men like tarts Half baked intellects wallowing in lust Who paint other peoples patterns not them Not the past life their own people have led Wandering 'less napoleonic hem Some wonder "if god", what has he now bred If history and fate were model men They'd wipe their feet of french when they begin They would check new cultures much more often For signs of french before they let time in Alas, perfection itself we can't find In others who track floors of life with moods No matter how twisted action and bind We can't discourage her wines like her foods Where did these frenchmen learn to eat their snails A name we link to sweet artistic breads Grovelling 'neath feet hung on wood with nails Their priests eat wafe's for ragged dead thorn wrapped heads (c)ERA 08:43 AM 2/26/03