I cant pretend that the long week end
That I spent in gay Parie
Though `twas great left me in a state
Of very low degree.
The Mona Lisa smiled at me
And I smiled back at her
Went to Montmartre to study art
And take in the Sacre- Coeur
.
A bottle of wine when I went to dine
On the St Gernain des Pris
Drunk another lot in les Deux Maggot
I should not have done; I agree
Cognac went down well in the hotel
My friends I tried not to embarrass
But the carpet rose and hit my nose
I was completely plastered in Paris
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archie langford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plasterd-in-paris/
