Noir
A few weeks ago I bought some port to make a mushroom pasta sauce.
Tonight I was using some in a stir fry just for kicks.
I tried to name the color that the red wine was in the green bottle.
A very nice shade of black, I decided.
As I sat down to eat, I studied my new tea mug I found at the thrift store.
The picture on it was growing on me.
Renoir, I noticed on the side.
Ah, yes. I have heard of this artist before!
Renoir. And I know how to pronounce that.
Now I will not forget how to pronounce the name of perfume I picked out for my wedding.
Noir. And that's what I shall call the color of the red wine in the green bottle.
Renoir, noir, boudoir.
Keep that Rosetta Stone, Love.
I have decided that I want to learn French.
Then we can go to France. Or Quebec.
Or Cote d'Ivoir.
Au revoir!
Tonight I was using some in a stir fry just for kicks.
I tried to name the color that the red wine was in the green bottle.
A very nice shade of black, I decided.
As I sat down to eat, I studied my new tea mug I found at the thrift store.
The picture on it was growing on me.
Renoir, I noticed on the side.
Ah, yes. I have heard of this artist before!
Renoir. And I know how to pronounce that.
Now I will not forget how to pronounce the name of perfume I picked out for my wedding.
Noir. And that's what I shall call the color of the red wine in the green bottle.
Renoir, noir, boudoir.
Keep that Rosetta Stone, Love.
I have decided that I want to learn French.
Then we can go to France. Or Quebec.
Or Cote d'Ivoir.
Au revoir!