He strolls the banks of the Seine,
looking sharp in a black beret.
He's on his dream vacation in Paris,
celebrating Bastille Day.
He feels a bit dejected
if not exactly surprised
that not one of the outdoor cafes
has a table for someone his size.
No matter where he may go,
everybody will scream and flee.
He means no harm to anyone.
He just wants to enjoy some wine and brie.
When he climbs onto the Eiffel Tower
he is attacked by fighter jets.
He swats at them in self-defense
with a fifty-foot long baguette.
He finally admits to himself
that he is wildly out of place.
He will never again make the mistake
of trusting the human race.
He swims back to his home on Skull Island,
putting an early end to his vacation.
putting an early end to his vacation.
Obviously, he has had enough
of what humans call civilization. - Jeff Barnes
I just finished this poem today, Bastille Day. It was actually inspired by a design on a t-shirt I own. - JB
