BALLAD OF RABBIT
Oh ... The red herrings will be lost tomorrow
And cucumbers will be worth nothing here but
you are slipping lava hands
Oh ...
It makes me mad, the fridge is full
I had you bought Wine divine
Mayonnaise grieves
You had promised much for your presence tonight, my dear
I made the gratin, mushrooms so delicate, salami
Oh ...
I was wrong to believe in your appetite
You're not coming, dirty friend ...
snails, tear-eyed Silent
go home
The salsify at all discomfited
rice entrust all their worries
The strawberries
drown their sorrows in the kirsch and rosemary escarole
And the oil Olive
Took the pallor of the endive.
Oh .. Everything is really messed up I'm full
What all this will become tomorrow
Need someone to share it ... Oh
Vagrants find it so good
is an opportunity to make a good action
With all these provisions
To hell with the rabbit that you asked me this evening, evil
I added to the menu with all its virtues's comforting
Oh .. The poor will make a real
Eve I hear the sound of big trucks
OF l'abbé Peter and his long petticoats.
This poem is the result of one of the greatest animator eve of the post-war
Boris Vian (1920 -1959) also named Vernon Sullivan or Bison Ravi, Baron Visi or Brisavion. It was good living writer, engineer Central School, inventor, poet, lyricist, singer, musician and jazz critic.