l’enfer c’est un beau traffic jam.
or pantalons which fall or tear
exhibiting your derrière
as you ascend into a tram.
Cuisine Anglaise is hell for those
whose palates, cultivated young,
are used to manging quelque chose
avec more esprit on the tongue.
L’enfer is when a pet explodes
and no one knows whose pet has sung.
Hell’s when a camion unloads,
outside your maison, tonnes of dung.
L’enfer is when, before you die
your children say you won a prize
worth millions, zut alors! you cry,
and curse them as you close your eyes.
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