Poetry

To eat the food and 

Slurpeth the wine

Mayhap upon some 

Once in a lifetime

That us have chance

Here the South of France

And forth it brings

All of it and some other things

Like stinky towels not quite dry

And turkey breast not enough fry

With oh what joyous luck

For us that it does not suck

Winter in France is nearly here

To Wien our life we shall steer

Dedicated to my dear Melanie