Thursday, 8 December 2011


Daphne is one of those fancy dames
She sits in one of those fancy restaurants
With one of those fancy names
Like 'la creme de la sais'
She is the pretentious type
As is the restaurant in which she so smugly resides
You know the kind,
Where all the mains, desserts, and sides
Are written in French
And the waiter speaks it too,
So it can't be understood
By the lowly likes of me nor you.
Pretentious farts,
Though admittedly Daphne is
In France.

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