On Paris - Brest
by Stella Meades*
There was an old woman out West
Who thought she could ride Paris - Brest
Her riding too poor
She sighed 'oh no more,
To heck with this dreaming of Brest'
There was an old man from the West
Who dreamt once more he'd see Brest
When told 'you're too old'
He said 'but I'm bold!'
Once more I will ride with the best.
These old fools from the West were possessed
They said now we need a new quest
So they dined and drank wine
To stiffen their spine
While they dreamt of that far bridge in Brest.
*(From Stella with critical suggestions
May 30, 2005