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A slap on the tarmac, crisp and clear,
From Madame’s hand to France’s dear.
Not war, not scandal, nor fiscal gap
But history paused for a marital slap.
The cameras rolled, the world took note,
As dignity slipped from his tailored coat.
If kings once fell to sword and plot,
Now presidents blush, and say they “forgot.”
👋🏻
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
✈️
A slap on the tarmac, crisp and clear,
From Madame’s hand to France’s dear.
Not war, not scandal, nor fiscal gap
But history paused for a marital slap.
The cameras rolled, the world took note,
As dignity slipped from his tailored coat.
If kings once fell to sword and plot,
Now presidents blush, and say they “forgot.”
👋🏻
Sometimes history is written in treaties, sometimes in blood, and occasionally, with an open palm in front of a presidential aircraft.
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