Nestled within the stones
of Petit Trianon
I am free from remonstrations,
commissions, many millstones
encircling my buttress!
In this palatial paradise
amongst the verdant greenery
gardens and livery, Mops roams
she is his pet! her soft fluffy tail
sways and lilts in a languid sashay!
How splendid the array of vittles,
berries, and breads! Pate a Choux!
Croquembouches; buttery fillings
lay, small sweet sequence coating
steeping my being!
I feel these fine infinitesimal luxuries
and I am ashamed;
that I have this need to be plain
to fit within a stone bound treasury
unencumbered by petty
absurdities and to lack for nothing
I do not wear a bustle here,
Nor the tight corset and towering coiffure
But the grey cloth, careworn shift
white cotton bonnet
of a seamstress
or a milkmaid carrying her pail
and wooden paddle
whilst taking her constitutional
I do not do this in mockery
nor out of a blithe need to base myself
No, this is not an act of contrition
but the skim, lacing
crème brulee needed to give the
confection bulk and substance
* I have taken literary license here, as we know King Louis XV had cats, but we do not know their names. I have created one for artistic purposes. Mops, was, in fact, the name of Marie Antoinette’s Pug.
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