Corner Relief Poem by Pierre Rausch

I bit my blouse, I suffered so
I count upon that
No one saw me, no one picked me up

How the birds sang!
And the day when they came to you
Was wonderful
To tell you to pick it up

He comes in contact with an obstacle
Oh, if you only knew
Now, no one can get out of the barricade
He came in contact with an obstacle

Because I wanted you before
How happy I am
I don't want you
How happy I am
Because I wanted you before

Heart-breaking, her torn blouse disclosed
I suffered so, I suffered so