F is For the French way

is for the French way

the French are way too cool

The French way is always way too cool -

to drop each Aitch is a consistent rule;

so haute couture is ‘aute,

and it’s  ‘oat’ not ‘ought’ - please note

and Henry’s ‘Enri and Hercule’s ‘Ercule.

The haute babes are mad for the French accent

when it comes out of the top end of a gent;

as it travels down for sure

it heightens the allure

exponentially for each inch of descent.

As a child I Found France Fascinating - my very earliest reading experiences include A Tale of Two Cities and The Hunchback of Notre Dame.  If you think how tenuous the connections between an Indian child and France are, it's a bit odd.  (There are parts of India which the French colonised and profoundly influenced, but I have never travelled there, and there was no satellite TV or Net back then). 

A Few authors, Alexander Dumas, Victor Hugo, Romain Rolland, Francoise Sagan, Maupassant, etc were there on my Father's shelf, and a cheap Framed print of the Mona Lisa hung on a wall, and he took me on a visit to Paris when I was tiny, and that's all Folks.  Sum total of the tangible items on which the Fanship was based.  In my mind, From the litterateurs to the art and artists to Food and Fashion, the French were supposed to be the last word in a kind of artistic, Fastidious sophistication. It takes so little to Form an impression, Favourable or otherwise. Frightens me sometimes. Do you agree? Do you have similar impressions based on a couple of childhood experiences?

I also have some Fabulous news to share today. 

This anthology is out now, and my poem titled Solitary Confinement is part of it.  Fistpump!!

Posted for the A-Z Challenge 2016