Out to lunch

I have these french verbs
'dancing round in my head
they make me so dizzy
I fall on my bed.
They execute steps
I know nothing about
Then they twirl 'cross the floor
But i don't know the route.
I step on their toes
and receive icy stares
I slide them sweet smiles
But i get tight-lipped stares.
The dance calls for a twirl
But they spin me around
'Til my head is a tail
and my feet leave the ground.
The world keeps on spinning
Around and Around
My head's spinning too
But it's homeward bound
As I lose all my balance
And I fall to the ground
My plastered on smile
Turns into a frown
What right have these callous
and blue nosed verbs
Past tense, conditional
and Imparfait
Have to waltz through my mind
while sipping their brews
when I was about
to have such a nice day?
To get rid of these snobs
while they pose with their punch,
I hang up a sign that says
Quote, "out to lunch"
