Simple-Minded
I’m a hayseed sort of girl. I don’t believe in fancy.
To me, anything foreign is likely to be chancy.
I don’t eat things like escargot. I shudder at foie gras.
I buy my shoes in canvas, but never peau de soie.
When folks speak French to order food, I find it most pretentious,
and when they draw me into it, I’ll likely grow contentious.
I don’t like words that prettify. I view them angrily.
Like au courant, je ne sais quoi, pardon or vis-á -vis.
Why don’t folks just eat and say what comes naturally?
I think it’s done to irritate simple gals like me!
For Fandango’s Daily Word Prompt: Simple
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I think you are talking about ostentatious people. I, like you, prefer down-to-earth, simple people.
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It’s sorta tongue-in-cheek. I love foreign travel, actually. Yes, you are right–I don’t enjoy fancy restaurants.
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Love it! There’s something too ostentatious about the use of foreign words, particularly if the accent isn’t right!
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Cute…love the first line…fits me to a tee!
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“I’m a hayseed sort of girl.” Loved the word choice. Well done.
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From what I read, you’re not the simple girl at all, quite opposite. ☺️
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Well, simple in some respects, but in others, you are correct. This poem was tongue-in-cheek, but it is true I don’t like fancy restaurants. I find them boring.
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Prices high, portions small 😂
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Ha! Yes, that, too.
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That has to be tongue in cheek. I love that picture of you.
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;o) Pensive, wasn’t I????
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Lovely!
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