New Year Festivities.
Three ugly dark haired sisters at the party sang
carols… badly, the fourth one didn’t join in she,
lived in Paris, France, and spoke of Louvré,
Notre Dame, high culture and was very blond.
The three ugly sisters had unattractive husbands,
who just sat there in a corner drinking cold beer.
The fourth sister, who lived in Paris, had a spouse
who wore a three piece suit and was a director of
something important, he was insufferable French
bourgeois, sipped a glass of expensive white wine,
spoke slowly and was utterly predictable, thought
Pinochet of Chile was a good chap, said something
about omelets. I drank red wine till little of this
mattered, when morning came they had gone home
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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