Enfant Terrible Poem by gershon hepner

Enfant Terrible



ENFANT TERRIBLE

A Frenchman whose morals were feeble
declared: “I’m no enfant terrible.
When I fool around
I do, I have found,
what most kings used to do in la Bible.

Written at my dentist’s office while being prepared for a crown.


8/29/08

8/29/08

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