Ironical description of a humdrum existence by a poet...

Middle class bliss

Bathed in a luminous sunset
We'd take out for a few steps
Our dream debonair and weekly.

At crossroads, a touching couple,
We would swing our muffins double
Creamed with love grave and sedentary.

On our way our shades wouldn't miss
To bend to his lordship and his
Missus and to discuss money.

And if a nightingale would dare
Defiantly to croon her air
We'd order her silent to be.


Au soir qui tombe, lumineux,
Nous promènerions, deux à  deux,
Un songe quiet hebdomadaire.

Aux carrefours attendrissants
Nous ballonerions nos croissants
D'amours sensées et sédentaires.

Nous arquerions nos ombres pour
Saluer monsieur et sa bour-
geoise et nous parlerions notaire.

Et si le rossignol taquin
Voulait fifrer, pris de serein,
Nous le sommerions de se taire.

Poetry by Michel Galiana
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Written on 2008-05-26 at 23:06

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limber junctionson
good word play
who is wanting to touch who?
a poem that sets thoughts away ;)