Friday, October 6, 2006

French Poetry

                                    MATIN

                         By Jacques O. Wien

                      A little known poet of France

 

I'm just a little Prison rat,

   Waiting for my bacon fat.

In the morning, when I'm wakin',

  'Tis then I wonder, Where's my bacon?

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

That is so cute!  Had me giggling.  Blessings, Penny http://journals.aol.com/firestormkids04/FromHeretoThere

Anonymous said...

cute one!  Sandra

Anonymous said...

that was neat

Anonymous said...

From a little known excuse of a poet from England:
I'm just a little carrot, that's been pulled up by my roots,
By a nastly little gardener, striding around in muddy boots.
If only I could change my guise - I think a tiger I would be
And I'd chase that nasty gardener - around Eden's apple tree!
Keep laughing Charles.
Love Sylvia
http://journals.aol.co.uk/Sylviam4000/YeOldeEnglishPosy/

Anonymous said...

From a Disney Cartoon:

Poor little upsidedown cake
Cares and woes you've gotten
Because, little upsidedown cake
Your top is on your bottom

Alas, little upsidedown cake
Your troubles never stop
Because, little upsidedown cake
Your bottom's on your top.

Anonymous said...

OK, Chuck. Come clean.

I found the upsidedown poem -- and it DOES apparently appear in a Disney Film from 1941 -- the Reluctant Dragon"

But you must be pulling our legs with that bacon fat bit. First of all, I couldn't find anything about Matin or Wien or anything of use about "prison rats" online. Then there's the improbability of the poem rhyming in French -- where's my bacon, indeed. And finally, who ever heard of bacon being served for breakfast in prison? They're lucky with a crust of bread and maybe some gruel ("More? You want some MORE?")

What's up with this so-called "French Poetry?"

Anonymous said...

Dear Dave, and others...
Back in 1939, my friend Jack Owen (Jacques O. Wien) was assigned the task of finding and reading a non-American poem in English class.  He found none in the alloted time...there was no Google, no internet then.  So he made one up..  I think it was a classic.  It must have been, for me to remember it nearly seventy years later.  The funny thing is...now that it has been in my blog... it WILL BE FOUND on the internet by Google. The class found the poem hysterical.  I don't know whether he got credit for the assignment or not.

Anonymous said...

I LOVE IT!!!!!!! YES, NOW IT WILL BE FAMOUS!
HUGS,
CARLENE