O, how near, yet how far
Stands your last portion
Of love, my Dove
I have waited, a patient
The last instalment
Of your love is slow
O, You killed me
With instalments of love
And I died for your style
The charm of your tongue
The smell of your heart
The pinch of your eye
They finished me
O, then the promise
Which peeped and popped
Your lip to mine it said
For ever and ever Amen
I want it, now, my dove
The last instalment
Of your love!
O, how near, yet how far
Stands your last portion
Of love, my Dove
I have waited, a patient
The last instalment
Of your love is slow
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 5)
(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE)
STANZA IV
One thing's to find fourteen-storey toilet waste
Stealthily creep up your ground-floor shower drain
Another's to watch the migrant surgeon paste
Some part of your body he cuts up - in vain
Yet another: watch nurses scowl in pleasure
As they stuff some part of you with germs for sure
Unaware that some medicine or remedy
Can do you more harm than climate tragedy
Know not which doctor keeps Hippocrate sermon
Nor which in patriot secret society
The State always fears for its reputation
ENVOI
No place in such a State for chicken curry
The secret service thrives on Poulet roti
If wisdom tooth hurts guess who drills canine down
If glasses need changing better change body
The State always fears for its reputation
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 4)
(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE)
STANZA III
The idea's to pluck the chicken naked dead
But to keep it alive so long as there's fun
Stick pins and needles all the time on its head
So that when the COQ crows you know the bird's done
Was Marquis de Sade Torquemada's agent
The Socialist Mayor now out on tangent
Wishing spindle glass tower turns ivory
To keep him in power sans democracy
Get henchmen to preach comeuppance damnation
Tighten screws on chicken spit sans clemency
Now that lame bird can't fly away sans nation
ENVOI
Vain Socialist pique harks back to idiocy
Lax morals sport with intellect's papacy
Skinned and spiked chicken calls for condemnation
Do Napoléons fear Waterloo or Holy See
Now that lame bird can't fly away sans nation
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style – Le Chant Royal (Instalment 3)
(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE)
STANZA II
Cut the hot-water supply, make chicken freeze
Tear up the electric connections, the telephone
Ensure chicken swallows upstairs dust, e’en sneeze
Fix the plumbing, flood coop with merde from heaven
Funnel exhaust fumes into coop car cabin
After fixing the engine – closed doors – unseen
And when chicken leaves coop to forage for food
Invade the coop, sabotage shower for good
So as to keep chicken skin in constant stink
See that chicken pays for all damage in blood
Give the Alien Crowd free rope’s nodding wink!
ENVOI
Use the migrant lêches culs, the all-willing brood
Rejects from anarchic lands up to no good
Kitchen-help strut as Mason Chefs in a blink
Make their Masters’ ev’ry wish come true for good
Give the Alien Crowd free rope’s nodding wink!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2017
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 2)
Stanza I
COQ knows best how to pluck the wayward chicken
Quill by feather each pock-mark telltales French skill
Twisted beck wan crooked claws warts on bruised skin
Thus MARIANNE marinates asylum swill
Let filter no known friends through the Internet
Dog ev'ry step the chicken takes e'en secret
Day and night confine the bird to its cramped coop
And there make the migrant crowd damn nincompoop
Morning day or mid of night drill his ears through
Lace marinade with acid sauce Injun soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew
ENVOI
Sol de France franchi! Terre d'Asile! O! What scoop!
Trumpet the news! Co-co-ri-co! Got'im in coop!
Un-wifed maimed sucker son root for Great Chef crew
Asylum-marinade French cuisine's top soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew!
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Once there was a teacher by name Jenish Anthony "the Holy"
represented success by the simple equation “E=C2” coolly
“E” success in any endeavor of value
“C” uncompromising pursuit of a value
Bloody this hypothesis of Jenish"the great teacher" is no folly!
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