A MIX

A fille notices the auslander
climbing from the dashky
As she enters the auberge
shaking off the frisson
Bete noir she thought
as a dirl crept over
And she slips off a
aureate chaussure
Watching the brume move
in bringing cafard
She headed for the estaminet
when he came in
Both ordering a glass of fine
making small talk
She laughed at his bon mott
and he enjoyed her bon homie
They found themselves
dancing a courante
And both felt
a coup de foudre!