Torpedo Poem by gershon hepner

Driving through the Marne in a Torpédo
given to him by a lady who was old,
Babar is unaware of her libido,
sublimated so that stories may be told
to children. But there is another text
about the lady who was old. She loved the trunk
of the young elephant, but what comes next
can only be described by writers who have spunk.

Inspired by a picture by Jean de Brunhoff in an exhibition of the works of Jean and his son Laurent at the Morgan Library in Manhattan. In the picture, Babar is driving through the Marne in a red car, apparently a Torpédo made by Renault.



11/18/08