Monsieur Gaz 5 December 2005

Monsieur Prime Minister Francais,

I write regarding a desperate affair,
for I've seen a lady with nothing to wear,
I studied for hours and found in dispair,
she's naked all over - her body is bare.

I call you to summon from all over France,
Frenchmen and women to make her some pants,
With no cotton fibres or fibres from plants,
They say pixel adverts are her only chance!

Put down your croisant for my plan is bold,
We'll dress her with pixels, lo and behold,
each pixel is worth a small pot of gold,
to whom they are sold so I am told.

All the worlds nations will soon know of this,
but if we take action as soon as permits,
we can beat the aussies, yankees and brits,
and put a french flag over her t*ts.