Bouillon 

In Bouillon 

A woman in red

Lives at the Hotel De La Poste

By the Semios River

She is fit

walking down to the river

To feed the ducks petite dejeuner

But buy afternoon see is dreaming

Of canard confit au pommes de terre forestiere

For dinner

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One Response to Bouillon 

  1. Pauline Byron says:

    Ha! We’re heading off on Monday and looking forward to some canard, baguettes, pain au raisin and du vin bien sur!

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