I DON'T WALK IN THE PARK

.


I went to the park because they said,
When a man feels lonely that can't be bad.
So I went and I walked and I thought,
If this park thing is really true or not.

«Not!», I cried.
And this, my dear, is why,
I never walk in the park.

FRENCH GIRLS

.

Here's a poem, I must say,
Written in the old surrealistic way.

About french girls, so lovely they are,
From the Louvre Museum you can drive my car.

Drive it slowly, drive little girl,
'Cause Paris is in my veins and Hilton is my world.

We have time, please don't rush,
Let's eat an hamburger and say bad things about Bush.

Shake it baby, move those feet,
This night's a jazz poem by LC Beat.

And I love France, And I love France,
Damn, baby, just give me one more chance.