NaPoWriMo Day 6

Les Mulets Aident Nous Concentrer

I'm taking a French class
at the local center for adult ed.
The Mules spent a year in Lyon
and sit behind me conjugating être.
I doze off and dream of kissing
a Parisian woman at Sacre Coeur,
but The Mules wake me up before
I find out if she's wearing a bra.
I pretty much knew she wasn't
and tell them off in Pig Latin.