Il N'Y A Pas De Quoi (Don'T Mention It- You'Re Welcome) Poem by Karen Alc.
Il N'Y A Pas De Quoi (Don'T Mention It- You'Re Welcome)
Il n’y a pas de quoi, my darling
You’re welcome, it was my pleasure
To be there for you when you needed me
And to go away when you were done with my love
Il n’y a pas de quoi, my beloved
For I am nothing but a wall of stone
With no feelings or emotions
And I care not of my disposal at your pleasure
Il n’y a pas de quoi, my angel
Because you are so extraordinary
That my sentiments do not matter
In the presence of your egotism
Do not mention it, mon amour,
You are quite welcome
For I am your eternally happy marionette
And my static smile is yours to keep.
Feb.18,2006
Tres bon! The passive-aggressive muse of the disaffected lover for her selfish, controlling and uncaring partner. Blatant yet restrained. How many women have thought this, I wonder. ... How many of them have thought these things of me! ? Gracias, Seniorita Alcoba! Very good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 4:58:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very cleverly put, Karen. Bloody idiot would probably think you seriously meant it! ! With warmth, Gina.