Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 31,634 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

Les Fleurs Des Mots: Faire Du Foin - Poem by Douglas Scotney

Un beau soir
je me promene,
et sens
trop beaucoup de foin.
Il a de mauvais gout soupcon
quand je dis 'bonsoir'
et ris aux eclats.

A beautiful evening
for a walk.
I say 'good evening'
and burst out laughing.
There's a hint of bad taste about it,
but the smell of grass is much too strong.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 9, 2012

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