My French Class

As the romance of Paris tingled my heart
The dream to roam with my Romeo captivated my dream
The urge to speak French bubbled in my head
Like the two freaky girls we are
Tenzin and I went for a class

Our French tutor
With his short legs and baby like hands
Started to write
We tried to copy
But how funny it is
Our speech and writing never matched
He encouraged
This is how it is

Rushing from university classes
Meeting our friends in French class
Nervous, restless, angry at times
Lots of laugh at the end
That was my French class
Now I am writing a life in French
Je t'aime.





Poetry by uma
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Written on 2007-08-23 at 08:40

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Rob Graber
Great job--realistic but entertaining! The first stanza builds beautifully to its final line.
2007-08-23