Les Fleurs des Mots: Un Morceau du Pidgin
Mon frere, ma soeur et moi
a l'exterieure
de la bibliotheque
de l'universite
de Paris.
Sculptures,
en gres,
du homme de renom.
Pocketable oeuvres
(poche doovers) .
Nous n'etonnions pas
quand nous were searched at la porte.
Mon homme asked, 'You were in court before? '
(Je hadn't done any courtroom francais,
let alone past tense.
Il parlais anglais.)
Je said, 'Not en France.'
Nous left, et soon noticed
il following us.
Je said,
'Je will satisfy
il's curiosity.
Vous allez on ahead.'
poem by Douglas Scotney
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