He said his name was Franc. I asked him if his parents named him after the currency and he nodded a little when I told him that was silly. He shrugged and said that they were poor at the time when they were living in Bourges and when he was born, it gave them more happiness than the money that they needed to buy a house with would have. I still told him it sounded silly so he shrugged again and said he thought it was kind of sweet.
Not really a poem. More like brain spew. Yes, that is what I'm calling it. Brain spew.