A Night At The Louvre

The Louvre - the largest museum in Paris of art

Appealing to the eye, appealing to the heart

From pyramids to the Mona Lisa

There’s portraits of everyone, including Mother Teresa.

Strangers gather and wait in long lines

To see all the beauty and one-of-a-kind’s

To walk through it all would take months on end

Which is why visitors come again and again.

One after one they gaze at the art work

Again and again they appear, like clockwork

However, when the warning bell went off

Seemingly too soft,

There were three who didn’t hear

Three who didn’t disappear.

There was an American tourist of the age seventeen,

Teenage boy with a desire to be seen.

When the warning rang, his headphones in

He was admiring a painting of Berlin.

Coming with his family, they ditched him there

With no desires to see the art, not a single care

So he went all alone, story of his life

No need to argue or cause a strife.

He came to the Louvre after the Eiffel Tower

Even sitting outside and enjoyed the flowers

Adoring the city and the culture around

There were no feelings to return homebound.

From a boring little city in Nowhere, Wyoming

His curious heart kept on roaming

The beautiful streets of Paris

While his family sat in hotels, careless.

There was a native French girl living two blocks down

There wasn’t a thing she didn’t know about this big town

She could walk around with her eyes surely closed

Fully aware, completely composed.

Her common blue eyes and simple blonde hair

Was nothing new for the French, everyone compared

It was her wit and intelligence that carried her above

Books and museums being the places she most loved.

No wonder she was in the Louvre

She wanted to see other people’s oeuvres

Filled with nervousness and anxiety

She had hard time fitting into society

So she filled herself with words

Read books about it all, from bridges to birds

The novels filled up her soul

Although there was nothing that could make her whole.

So when the bell gave advisory

The young teenage girl was off in her internal library.

There was a young british exchange student

Who had so little care, he was almost translucent

With a coarse and pompous attitude

He prefered to be alone, in solitude.

Dropped off at the museum by his host mother

He spent the day dreaming he was somewhere other

Than there. Walking from painting to portrait

Internally wishing he was dormant,

He stood expressionless

Surrounded by expressionists.

With broad shoulders and a sharp jaw

Physically devine, without a single flaw

Treasuring the admiring look from several girls

He knew they were enchanted by his curls

Regardless, he spent hours aimlessly walking around

With the thought of escaping out of town

More than several times

Thus, he didn’t hear the alarm chime.

The gates began to close

And all the teens froze

Realizing their mindlessness

Of having lack of consciousness.

They were trapped inside a room

With a rather deranged sculpture of a moon.

The area itself was only a few meters wide

Giving them very little space to hide

Looking from one to the other,

The three looked lost with wonder.

Who should speak first

It ended up being the American that burst

With an idea to tell tales of partly true

Yet slightly askew

Events that have occurred in their lives

While they walk around the archive

The winner of the tale would acquire a prize

A larger order of Le Relais de l’Entrecôte fries.