Perks of Paris

In the city of lights

As day becomes night

In the home of the Michelin star

Produce gathered from near and far

Finds its way to palate and plate

Of those who live with a kinder fate

But it’s not in the restaurants I find my prey

On a bustling sidewalk but not a café

What I crave is sweeter

Than the most exotic of meats

I talk of course

Of the might force

Of the humble crepe

I’m dirty on a crepe

The way the French make

Lemon, butter, sugar

Or the local favorite; Nutella

It makes my heart sing

When I find this thing

On a cobblestone road

Let’s do it, let’s go

To Paris once more

That place I adore

Where a troubled man

Is never far from a crepe

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