I’ve been to Versailles and the champ-élysées,
seen Mona Lisa through crowds on the wall.
Angels and devils hover above.
Michelangelo painted ’em all.
Pitch forks and maidens, chubby faced kids,
halos and stuff by the score.
All of the moss and every rock,
carefully shaped and placed cross this land.
In churches and villas and chateaux and squares,
rock wall cities radiate from.
Nice to drift through on a canal boat for two
on a gentle cruise down the Somme.