Paris in Autumn

The French, boy they know how to party, but Guy Fawkes night is a British thing, so why are they setting so many bonfires?

Herd them all up and wait for the last man standing, then dump him in jail for the rest of his life.

Basket weavers at the ready!

OK, I'm letting myself in for some fun here

I want to write about all of you lovely people, so help me out here...

Comment with a word or a phrase that describes you, and I'll work it into a poem, picture, story, whatever...

Let's have a little fun :D