The Perfect Place

Paris was the perfect place

To start these summer games,

From the opening flotilla

To the lighting of the flames.

 

Instead of an arena,

Athletes floated down the Seine,

Waving flags and wearing smiles we’d see

Again and yet again.

 

There was spectacle and music,

Very quintessential French

And the rain harmed no one’s spirits,

Though their clothing it did drench.

 

With the city as the backdrop,

Charm and beauty set the stage,

Introducing all the magic

The Olympics will engage.

 

What a wonderful distraction

And we owe it all to France.

For the next two weeks, I needn’t think

Of You-know-who and Vance.