On the floor of the Convention
St Just roars and rants with anger
once again the Revolution
stands threatened by mortal danger.
Outside virtuous sans-culottes
pull good patriots from their beds
moderate views, monarchist plots,
the basket fills with severed heads.
Citizen Barras and his friends
feel Mme Guillotine’s cold breath,
the indifferent blade descends
the Incorruptible meets death.
The People wish to celebrate
now the Tyrant is deposed,
hélas, they are unfortunate:
it’s August. All the bars are closed.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIwhsYvkzk8
I think I'm right in saying the sea-green incorruptible had half his jaw shot off before they relieved him of that particular problem...and all other problems, come to think of it. Let this sterling poem sand as a warning to politicians, the swine.
(it's true that lots of Parisian watering holes pull down the shutters in August, but that's what drugs are for)
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I was going to say that I haven't visited Paris in 20 years so the punchline might be hard to understand, but the Prince has laid my fears to rest.
parallax, that is a very weird clip, but thank you for sharing it with us:)
Melton, our French OtherStuffers will no doubt confirm if it's still the case, Paris was certainly dead in August in the days when this classic was recorded.
I find this very chilling.
So do I.
Please contact me offline and send drugs. August looms before me like John Mills' naked torso...
I'm sorry Melton, you go to all that trouble, write a clever pome, etc... and all I can think of, is that I'm hungry for lobster.
Well, it is nearly lunchtime, here.
I have no appetite for the remaining raspberries.
Parisian bars closed in August? you must be referring to Paris Texas.
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