"What's Sauce Pour L'oie ..." - by Ogden Nash

What's Sauce Pour L'oie  Is Sauce Pour L'état C'est Moi by Ogden Nash (1902-1971) === // === I know, mon Général, it hurts your pride To see your cherished language Yankeefied, Your pure, precise Parisian prunes and prisms Walk cheek by jowl with Americanisms: Your earnest students of Racine and Zola Consuming le hot dog and Coca-Cola, Or roaming through le drugstore in a quest For paperbacks depicting le Far Oest. Although I do not wonder that you fuss, Have you considered what you've done to us? Just take a gander at your addenda, pardner, To the heritage of Shakespeare and Ring Lardner. Let's to the Opal Room, where for a fee We're seated ringside by a mater d'— In such crepuscule ambience are we meant To reach a démarche or perhaps détente? A young chantoose is facing her premeer. On her dressing-room chaise lounge lies her brazeer. Aglow from kneading by a skilled massoose, Her cheek is pink, her longeray chartroose. The gourmet meal is guaranteed to please, Concluding with that hybrid treat, bleu cheese. I, too, conclude with this observation cursory: English makes prettier French than vice versary.