Whilst at lunch I..

by Sean McGahey

Posted to Poetry on 2004-07-05 05:03:00

Met a guy called Pouple
who’d eat nothing but Boeuf en doube.
Every now and then he’d whisper..

Defense de fumer!
Defense de fumer!
Priere de ne pas…
Priere de ne pas…
Defense de fumer!
Defense de fumer!
Then he’d ask me for a light!
…strange bloke


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