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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Four

Sea Anne-Anne Queen in between managed to make it to the Chief’s car
Helped by five Robo-Cops she charmed with fine-timbered voice of star
The Chief (C ) feared being quoted in his official capacity :
« From an anonymous source close to the SCCOO ! »

Urged Galapago Rani : « O ! Anonymous Chief ! Be assured ! »
As the camera focussed on his reflection on glass blurred.
« Could you give us first the composition of the arching SCCOO ? »
« The Chief Executive heads the Crisis Council of the forces armed,

« But immediate decision approval remains in the hands of CS. »
« Who else ? » « Yes, co-opted members include various ministers :
Interior, Defence, Transport, Justice and Foreign Affairs. »
What about the Prefect and Mayor ? » « Only as consultants ! »

« Yes, as Mayor and Chairman of the Regional  Authority
He has been made head of the Department of Casualty :
His Ambulance Corps must by foot first to the Metro du Lac
Till Metro Echat thence to the hospital of the Faculty. »

« Jesus ! That’ll be the Day ! Since coming to this terrain
Several of the media fraternity suffer from broken brain !
All cobbled paths and pavements in these surrounds make for pitfalls ! »
« Besides, » interpolated the Chief, « if it weren’t for rain ! »

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

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