Louvrin’ in a palace full of rooms,
viewin’ works in this artistic tomb.

There’s Mona Lisa, and she’s looking fetching;
some say that Da Vinci for her was leching.
There’s lots of other stuff to see when
Louvrin’, away from the avenues,
movin’ in a hurry…lots to view.

It’s got gallery after gallery,
but at first Mona is the gal to see.
Place is nothing but an art-lover’s treat, but
zooming is required, from room to room.
Fleeting are some views…must leave too soon.
Don’t want to go.

To keep you from running, guards block your way…
squelch Louvre looting of a Dubuffet.
You can’t get close to the works any day.
Fine is the best you’ll see…to jail might sentenced be.

Stewin’ in a dark, dank prison room,
speaking bad French, sounding like a goon,
Logos so faux.

Smoochin’ avec con frère.*