Au revoir

So there she was, rushing into the door

With the gonzo all over her chassis 

Being less pajandrumatic and trying to miche out of the area

There was a room of hoi polloi with pinot Grigio in their hands

Watching her art pieces and their grace, acuteness and aestheticism 

Their was then he entered the reincarnated Vincent van Gogh with those zeus starry eyes and style

It was the timing or certainty she turned around and mew into him

She flipped her hair back in aggression to look at that rascal who broke her charm

As she glanced at him she came into the senses

It was his apologetic look or his graceful face that had sacrebleu in her heart

He hand her his hand and got her up and offered her the drink

Just to escape that eldritch she quaffed it up forthwith.

Then and there after she had no attention else then him.

Her gallery had the most visitors then ever within

But she kept him his company till the last man payed his bill

Later that night there was these change of things

He soon realised he had to go as he ever will

She looked at him like an incomplete deal

He kissed her adieu in a puckish snuggery as an oenomel

She blushed her Au Revoir all the way to him☺️