There is a women, I must tell.
Who thinks to be Quaintrelle.
I doff my hat, for she is swell.
La Tomatina, to her, is like a brick.
And to keep so dapper, must be psychic.
'Cause foppish fashion is her trick.
Her Hacienda claims she's worth a ton.
And eloquent as her fulgurous Jargon.
Forget the bulls, with her I'd run.
J.A.Scott
Having learned this term from Voltaire days, I did not know it now is used for the opposite gender...
ReplyDeleteHow quaint- relle (Pronounce the latter really...)
How quaint, indeed.
DeleteGreat word and fun poem! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. :)
DeleteGreat poem! ;-)
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