We’re at a carpet seller first floor,
He led us up, and closed the door,
After friendy persuation,
I bought a bit out of reason.

We are sitted having diner,
Louis says food makes him sicker,
He can’t even finish his dish,
“Give me the rice, and take the fish !”

We are riding through the city,
Laurent stops very suddenly,
He spotted a shop selling beer,
Loosing training is his worst fear.

And while you are reading those lines,
Barely aware, checking the rhymes,
We’re going on at a good pace,
This was the chapter about Fès.

Tags: poésie

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