If countries are all colors, France is grey –
an absolute of tint – not simply now –
as on this autumn charcoal of a day
while I inspect a tip of apple bough
and think of how America is gold –
just nothing if not half a ton of flash –
and though it chants alot The God of Old
in truth, its faith is mostly based on cash.
Not that the French are altruistic, mind
they sit down on their assets like the rest –
although they worship kitchen more, I find
and when they speak of love, it’s quite digest.
It’s grey – but here I’ll stay and not complain
though foggy from the channel down to Spain.