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In a quaint French town, by the shores so warm,

Lived a delightful cat, Martina her name, a charm.

With fur so sleek, black as ebony night,

And eyes green and bright, a mesmerizing sight.

Martina, oh Martina, a feline with flair,

Her love for food, oh, it was truly rare.

French cuisine, her passion, her utmost delight,

From delicate pastries to dishes mouthwateringly light.

She prowled the streets, seeking flavors divine,

Exploring the markets, where culinary treasures would shine.

From baguettes to cheese, and the finest of wines,

Martina indulged in feasts, amidst fragrant food lines.

With a whisker’s touch, she savored every bite,

Her taste buds dancing, pure gastronomic delight.

Martina’s palate, refined like no other,

A connoisseur of flavors, a true epicure.