Said the boule to the cochonnet,

“Shall I point or shoot on this play?”

But worry’s for nought,

My focus is shot.

The truth is, it’s “Merde!” either way.

I
A coin in the air:
Handshakes, shoulder claps and smiles.
Over there . . . .  Bonne Chance!

II  
The circle, alone.
In-hal-ing and focusing,
Exhaling.....  THROW!   Merde.

III
Fine gravel terrain.
"AH-HAs!" surrender to groans --
Crack!  Monsieur Carreau.

A doublette or triplette Mêlée?

Poussette, roulette or plombée?

“Boule devant, boule d’argent.”

Le français we flaunt.

Pétanque’s such a joy: Bien joué!