i'm a little teapot, short and - hello. i am a great kid with a naive mind. feel free to share your thoughts with me. 'would you care for some bread with your Earl Grey ?' i like tall and handsome korean men. currently married to Howl of 'moving castle' fame. adios amigos. :D

riding at 50 miles per hour
during a Paris summer
a chocolate daschund in my arms
the sun hangs HIGH up (it's a cloudless day)
we're at the back of a truck

hitching a ride to the Louvre

its ears are flapping in the breeze
our radio runs on batteries
laughter fills the atmosphere
as we listen to Mraz and Mayer
far from the concrete jungle

we sip a glass of lemonade; "CHEERS!" we said

the evening breeze tickle our toes
we wrinkle our noses (the air has changed, you see)
as the orange dot goes lower
so do our sunhats

au revoir, monsieurs! (tres merci.)
we alight at the Eiffel
in awe of its magnificence -

just in time to see the glass pyramid
set against the nightline
its reflection is shiny
but we have to hurry - DOWN

[we are late for the show]

but there she sits, waiting patiently
she smiles, beguilingly or mysteriously
I DO NOT KNOW
BUT, she knows our little secret

and so, I return it to her with a mischevious wink

yes indeed!
the Louvre is in Lisa's hands.