Lala La Bouche

Lala La Bouche
owes her name
to a match box
she stole from
the man in the bistro
who smoked
unfiltered gaulois.
She has wild hair,
which is excused
with her part breton blood.
Unlike chic parisens
she has breasts
and curves
and wild eyes
she cooks
for the visitors
in the café
with the cobbles
and puts up
with hot eyed tourists
who don't know
that moules
are eaten with bread
not chips
and a designer lager.




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Written on 2014-07-05 at 17:45

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NicholasG
I was sure about les moules ;-)
Wondervul revisited!
merci.
xox
2014-07-08


Ivan R
Every time when it is a poem by Elle, it is always grand and fabulous,
and is so this one:

" She has wild hair,
which is excused
with her part Breton blood."

What a great poem about something which is not always heard about and spoken to,
you write as words are spoken, just so great your poetry*
2014-07-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with William. This is a lovely snapshot of a poem, Elle. I try to hew to the local customs, so I'd have the bread (if it wasn't pre-sliced, made in a factory and delivered in a plastic bag), but I don't know if I could be persuaded to part with the designer lager.
2014-07-06



Un poème très charmant. I'm afraid I'd be one of those people Lala would quickly lose patience with.

Mlle. La Bouche seems like quite a character.
2014-07-05