Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Les moules
So, it is August. There is no 'r' in the month and so we can have 'les moules'. This is France. This is a hot day. This is lunch. This is a carafe of rose. This is a glass of rose beside the carafe. This is 'les moules' in a saucepan. What more could be desired? (Perhaps not a drip upon ones person, but c'est la vie. This is France. This is a hot day. This is a saucepan of moules with a dripping lid.)
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Les moules
ReplyDeletewhat a jewel
the holiday time
is like a fine wine
the heat like your mind
helps you unwind
les moules......les moules
for gods sake treasure, you are just not up to it, i am the poet in the family and you know it!!! I shall have to punish you by eternal silence if you do not stop encroaching upon my speciality. I mean it.
ReplyDeleteI have had enough of you two just bickering all the time! I know that i am merely a cousin in the matter but does that not count for something?! If you really have a problem in getting on, then you can both come to me. I am training to be a counsellor which is very lucky for you two, indeed! Anyway, manyaslip I thought this was genius, but I can't help but notice that you may have edited out a certain someone going 'eughh'?! Hmm???
ReplyDeleteMy dear xcamillax thank god someone is trying to reign in those Gillespies! Can't they bicker in the privacy of your counselling room, either in verse or not? I have not edited you out but have in mind another clip in which you will star....wait up! as the Americans might say.
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