Amélie

Ahh, AmZlie, ma cherie. You tickle my palette, intoxicate me with the sweet wine of your dazzling smile. How you brighten up the screen, how you delight my senses like a skip through Montmartre on the briskest autumn day. I admit it, petite amie, at first I resisted your charms. I thought of Ally McBeal, her silly fantasies so much like yours. But je ne savais pas, you are lovable and she a wretched hag... Pah! Perhaps I was expecting different from your gloomy director Jean Jeunet--perhaps my heart was stone. But no, now I feel fresh as if off my bidet! Alas, you are too light and fleeting--tomorrow my memory shall say au revoir. But today, je t'aime, AmZlie. --By Greg Bloom