Pour ma petite soeur Janine

Dearest Janine, I’m blogging for thee

Now here is my kitchen as clean as can be

Now turn to you left and what do you see?

My comfy green chair just waiting for me.

Turn left once again

And to my chagrin,

The door to outside that you haven’t come in.

Now left once more,

away from that door

my table and chairs and the maintenance door.

Just a little more left and you see a hall

‘tis very important when nature does call!

The bathroom is the only door on the left

To open that door one really must heft

To the right two doors with food, towels and more,

But the door at the end is one I really adore

For behind that door hides all kinds of good fun,

Novels, crafts and a bed for when the days done.

While lying in bed I gaze ‘cross the room

In the opposite wall three large doors loom.

I often lie in my bed and ponder,

Which door should I choose for tomorrows great wonder!

Now dearest Janine I have blogged just for you,

But before you can leave I give a wise word or two

While mining for gold in Parisian tap water,

Don’t forget to stay hydrated when the weather is hotter

And should you get lost in the French wilderness,

Caution, wildlife, though cute can be dangerous!

So stay in doors with your nose in you books,

That way you’ll stay safe from them and from crooks,

But don’t miss out on all that is France,

Perhaps you can learn a traditional dance.

Now I’m going to stop all this rhyming and such,

For it really is becoming a little to much!