There once was a girl named Harris
Who dreamed about moving to Paris
“Bonsoir,” she would say
At the start of each day
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Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
There once was a girl named Harris
Who dreamed about moving to Paris
“Bonsoir,” she would say
At the start of each day
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
When they replied “bonjour” she was quite embarrassed.
I figured something like that would happen to her.
Now can we go sit on the terrace?
Of course!
Mais oui!
Can’t think of a sentence to finish but I can make it up to you!
When I went to Paris, everyone in the hotel greeted me with Bonsoir, so the next morning I said it too.. only to find out much much later on what Bonsoir actually was!
Stopping by from A-Z,
Dream
Hahaha — what a great story!
And receive some uncomfortable stare-es.
Because it *was* evening in Paris.
And pine for le wheel de Ferris.
All wonderful, of course. (You are the Queen of Last Lines.) I think my favorite of this bunch is your first. 🙂
With a wink she added my name is Claris
Bon soir is definitely incorrect.
Just as well she ended up in Benares.
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