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Ogden Nash - What`s Sauce Pour L`oie Is Sauce Pour L`état C`est Moi
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	I know, mon Général, it hurts your pride
	To see your cherished language Yankeefied,
	Your pure, precise Parisian prunes and prisms
	Walk cheek by jowl with Americanisms:
	Your earnest students of Racine and Zola
	Consuming le hot dog and Coca-Cola,
	Or roaming through le drugstore in a quest
	For paperbacks depicting le Far Oest.
	Although I do not wonder that you fuss,
	Have you considered what you`ve done to us?
	Just take a gander at your addenda, pardner,
	To the heritage of Shakespeare and Ring Lardner.
	 
	Let`s to the Opal Room, where for a fee
	We`re seated ringside by a mater d`—
	In such crepuscule ambience are we meant
	To reach a démarche or perhaps détente?
	A young chantoose is facing her premeer.
	On her dressing-room chaise lounge lies her brazeer.
	Aglow from kneading by a skilled massoose,
	Her cheek is pink, her longeray chartroose.
	The gourmet meal is guaranteed to please,
	Concluding with that hybrid treat, bleu cheese.
	 
	I, too, conclude with this observation cursory:
	English makes prettier French than vice versary.
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