Foundation Art School Paris Away Day.
They’re eating ice cream at the toy museum
They're painting napkins with silhouettes
The continental breakfast is all gone now
So they’re smoking their cigarettes
Ezra Pound and T S Elliot
have been on the piss all night
The Gendarme have said:
‘Youre in the wrong place my friends’
‘Allez - g wan now - get!’
And the blind Scottish alcoholic course leader
Has lost all the passports in town
None of them can ever return again
To dear old London Town.
So now, on the streets of Montmartre,
The English talent sits,
Painting European Torsos
and cutting out silhouettes
And if you see them please don’t overpay
They’ll get theirs some other day -
And all because Jim Kenny
Found an outstretched violin
One last word about protocol
You can send no letters - oh no
And don’t answer any postcards
Not unless they mail them from
Foundation Art and Design Row.
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