I am the worm who never turned,
The eunuch without a harem;
Between the priest and the commissar
I walk like Eugene Aram;
The eunuch without a harem;
Between the priest and the commissar
I walk like Eugene Aram;
And the commissar is telling my fortune
While the radio plays,
But the priest has promised an Austin Seven,
For Duggie always pays.
While the radio plays,
But the priest has promised an Austin Seven,
For Duggie always pays.
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
And woke to find it true;
I wasn't born for an age like this;
Was Smith? Was Jones? Were you?
And woke to find it true;
I wasn't born for an age like this;
Was Smith? Was Jones? Were you?
1935 Poem
1 commentaire:
Bin ça aussi c'est subliem, mais soit je te fais un fleuve de commentaire soit je te dis merci pour cette découverte, et je dois lessiver la salle de bain que j'ai poncée :-( Lechalote
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