We Spread Ourselves, Poem by Alphonse Allais

Poem by Alphonse Allais Period 19th century

We spread ourselves
On stallions.
And we’ll perch
On Percherons!

It’s we who beat,
With blows of sticks,
The donkey of the Gottons
That we dig up!…
But we esteem it
Better in the shafts.
We marry ourselves
To you Marions
Rich in hams.
We bestride you
And we shoe you,
Tarts, like slippers!
Oh! rather tits
At our place, tits!
Quick, let’s polish
The sweet urchins!
Let’s pomp the pom-poms
And pomp them again! (…)
From the old Po, let’s draw
Some pumpkins!
To the sweet calves, let’s cut
Their tender kidneys,
Which then we anoint
With onion juice! (…)
Ah! let’s hoard!
Toward your horizons
Alaska, let’s dash!
Yours are the lodes!
To eat, let’s aim
At the brow of minks,
To drink, let’s lick
The harsh water of lichens.
What we know
Is thanks to soaps
That we shoot
At the fat of pigs.
Oh! my cat, let’s turn,
For we’re capsizing!

Alphonse Allais

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