or Rire a sa Touffe
There's this man
with an anomalous name
that impacted his outlook
on his French life.
His name was all right
among Moslems
but once he emigrated
to the land of Liberté,
égalité and fraternité
his name was lost
in translation.
Especially
in that Gaul language
where it had blatant
sexual innuendoes.
He struggled
all his life
as no woman
would be heard
calling him in public
what would sound
in French,
Laugh at her Beaver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem