"sportif" poems
J'aime toi...
Il n'y a pas de problem
Tu as sportif et elegant
Et je suis amusant et sympa
J'aime toi...
Parce-que tu et j'etes
Parfait
Pourqoi fais-tu ceci?
J'aime toi
Tu as un singe stupid
Pourqoi aime-je?
Maintenant je n'aime pas toi...
J'aime il.
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 6:43 AM UTC
En Francais of course, it is
a storage place for bread.
In rural villages all over La France,
Boulanger's are ceasing to exist.
The young no longer want to work
what they see as inclement hours.
Le Coq Sportif has become lazy, so
bread is delivered to a Depot de Pain.
I lived in Lacoste en Luberon dans
la Vaucluse de Provence, sud de France.
It was the home of Le Marquis de Sade,
who lent his name to the adjective Sadism.
I often wondered, when tourists, not familiar
with French, thought when they saw "Depot de Pain".
Would that be a serendipitous symbiosis, or a
coincidental metaphor, for du Pain and Pain (hurt)?
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 5:31 AM UTC