Mr Fonnereau and Ms Faucon

The careless, chuckling cheetah With spittle on its mouth. The skinny faced cheetah, Emotionally frail, Dreadfully trained. The infant-minded cheetah Sprinting into the black lake’s tears For the skeleton of a vagrant. Ball and chain, elation, nature, elation, The boys, the girls, the stars The cigarette-scented cheetah. Foxy, like a woman, Alluring as a bronze skinned streetwalker, Sexy, wicked Cinnamon-lipped, noxious--- That is the cheetah. And I, who am human, would love her But she claws my face And I, who am human, Would lavish her with rarities Yet she forsakes me. So now I seek the husky--- The cold-faced husky, For she, they say, Is a politer courtesan, And in her house my troubles May escape the hex of the cheetah.