Paris (inspired poem)

The lights on the street are calling me

The Eiffel Tower is crying my name

My name is rolling off of the tongue of a French boy

Paris is begging for me to walk its streets

This plane is overcrowded and smelly

The man next to me, makes wish we were going faster

I wish the baby, would sleep like a baby for at least 20 minutes

For now, ill pretend these crackers are French bread

And this club soda, is a delectable French Wine

Paris is waiting for me.