Paris Cliché

(Josie Sayz: This kind of just came to me. Some of the rhymes took a while to put together, so it may not flow as well as it could have. Also, some of the rhythm can be a little different here-and-there and the trochee/iambic pentameter may appear a little off in places, but it is intentional.)

A story starts: Once upon a time,
If I said it was ours, I’d be telling a lie.
It starts on the streets of Paris.
I am no cliché, because there’s no one beside me.
My heart does not belong to a man’s.
There is no one beside me, holding my hands.
It does not come down to chance,
That I’m alone on the streets of France.

No horizontal stripes placed upon me,
And the Eiffel Tower’s just something to see.
I won’t even wear my beret,
Walking alone along Champs-Élysées.
Oh, I will not obey,
To following Paris cliché.

I knew you once, way back when,
Ends were beginnings and beginnings were ends.
There’ll be no bread breaking to dine;
I’m sat alone, but I won’t try the wine.
Oh, how we’d have fooled them all,
The assumptions they’d come to, the names they would call.
There’ll be no wishes on stars,
Or placing padlocks upon Pont des Arts.

No fashionable dress upon me,
Amour pour toujour – it means nothing to me.
I won’t waste the day away,
Perched outside a French café.
Now, please, don’t delay,
To abolish the Paris cliché.

Oh, how I want it to go away,
The feeling of Paris cliché.

- Josie -