In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
In two straight lines they broke their bread

and brushed their teeth

and went to bed.

They smiled at the good

and frowned at the bad
and sometimes
they were very sad.

They left the house
at half past nine
in two straight lines
in rain

or shine-

the smallest one
was Madeline.

That's right boys and girls, today we went to Madeline! As both Megan and I are big fans of Madeline the show we went for a wander around the town of Madeline. There is a big church, which is beautiful (like all churches in Paris), along with a lot of expensive shops! We kept thinking we were in the swish bit, and then it just kept getting swisher! We got to some place in town where there was a palace, guards, and big black limos pulling out of places with cars in front and behind them. I havent a clue about what was actually going on, but it was very exciting all the same! The thing we found with Madeline, was that everytime we wandered down a street that looked interesting we ended up back in the centre of the town. This happened three or four times, and was starting to get a little embarrassing.

If you believe you must be big
In order to be tough
Then you should get to know me
I'll teach you all the stuff!

I'm Madeline! I'm Madeline!
I may be very small
I'm Madeline! I'm Madeline!
But inside, I'm tall

Madeline is just like me. How special. We wandered around the Moulin Rouge area, and what a dissapointment! You expect it to look marvellous and extravagant, but it really looks quite cheap and nasty. It sealed the deal for us that we werent going to fork out the 200 Euro to go and see the show. Absolutely no chance when it looks like that. One last thing about Paris that really intrigued, and somewhat excited me was the toilets. Now I realise that makes me a little strange but we all knew that already. As we were wondering through the Jardin de Luxembourg, there was a call of nature and we found the toilet block and there was........*drumroll please*.........

A TOILET RECEPTIONIST

What a job.

"So, tell me. What do you do?"

"Ah, well you see I have a very important job. I am a toilet receptionist."

"A toilet receptionist! Do you know, that is exactly what I wanted to be when I was younger. What exactly does it involve?"

"Well, I take 40 cents off people, and then allocate them to one of the toilets. They dont get any choice in the matter, I have all the power. I also have the power to decorate all the cubicles with tacky kitten patterns."

"Wow, what a job. I wish I was a toilet receptionist."

HARDLY

Anyway, thats my stories from paris... let me leave you with this............

It's time to go
Au revoir
Well you may shout Encore!
That's all there is
There isn't, anymore