The voice said something in French,
Why me, I thought, I am not French.
The music got loud, people started chit-chatting,
But only after listening to the voice’s French message.
Weirdly everyone stared at me and sipped,
Wine and coffee and wine and coffee.
I followed the voice on my orange moped,
Café to café, table to table, taking orders,
Confusing orders, for I did not understand
What the voice ordered in French.
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