12th July 2022

My Australian so chic, when peppered with French flambe,
it’s all haute couture, nay prêt-à-porter.

It’s fine cuisine, hors d'œuvre so dainty,
on that escargot, I may have been a bit hasty.

It’s l’amour Moulin Rouge, in a matinée,
French modestie so revealing, I must shy away.

But with language so fantastique, I hope they ‘ll consider me a Renoir,
...although maybe more likely …it will end in faux pas.

Prompt: Faux pas.

French artwork adorning Australian livings rooms in the 60's.

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