Poetry perhaps can't do much
But can it touch a human heart?

Some say humans just animals
Some say humans are art

I say both by my troth!
Not Napolean Blown Apart

When in France, I didn't dance
Didn't sing. Didn't ****.

Just stared at Sacre Couer
Now I eat my almond ****

Merci, Merci - maybe meant to be
French traveller. Irish dart.