Paul McCartney believes in a higher being. Fine. Paul McCartney believes he has met this higher being. Not fine. Paul McCartney, who now claims to have met God whilst under the influence of a narcotic drug, is an ocean-going turnip. One of my tutors, Christopher Robinson, in his work on French Literature of the 19th … Continue reading "Paul McCartney zag God toen hij high was | Show | AD.nl"
Alex Benalla (may his news decrease!) Awoke one day and joined the French police And saw, in easy reach of his matraque, Protesters, whom he thought he might attack, “What doest thou?” asked passers-by Who looked on him askance, “Moi? Rien! I’m just the henchman Of the President of France.” LJ
A bicycle-clip salesman, who Wished to save people time on the loo, Added, as a hashtag, A colostomy bag, And called it the “Pedal and Poo!” LJ (late one night in St.Martin)
Rillettes de radis Fastoche Is a dish much in vogue with the Boche Denn in Frankreich lebt man Wie Gott nirgendwo kann And no one can stand German noche Hatched gratuitously in St.Martin de Ré. I don’t know who said “The trouble with German food is that no matter how much of it you eat, … Continue reading "Rillettes de radis Fastoche"
A hash-peddler, Pasha Achache, Stashed his hash-cash, alas, in the trash, Till the trash man one day Took the trash can away And trashed the Achache hash-cash stash Written on the terrace of the Marco Polo Pizzeria, for no good reason. LJ
(Horreur) (Malheur) (Aaaah) Oui, je suis Belzébuth (Horreur) Je suis un bouc, je suis en rut (Horreur, malheur) Oui, oui, oui, je vis dans l’ordure (Horreur) Je pue la sueur et la luxure Je fume je bois, j’ai tous les vices Et j’ai du poil partout sur les cuisses Je vous déteste, je vous maudis … Continue reading "Le Grand Orchestre du Splendid: La Salsa du Démon"