this is french.
can you imagine a frencher thing?
no, you can’t.
this is so french that la france will say
no, this is not french, it’s not me.
a french won’t admit this is french.
it’s not easy, i know. but it’s true:
this is so french. and this thing too:
also this whole thing is french,
you know? “which thing?” how can’t you
see it? i mean. this. these four
stanzas of three lines each. no?