toi cette homme, est tu la!!

                                                                                                                     jamais la ,quand il le faut                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                     un jour une nuit, un courand’here

                                                                                                                     comme un fantome sans relache

                                                                                                                     nous sommes des oignions qui pleur 

                                                                                                                      toi l’homme qui nous dit ,nous aimées

                                                                                                                        sans , est finit , de toi tu nous fait trop pleurée 

                                                                                                                       ne revient ,que si tu est sur de n’etre plus un courand’here     

 

                                                                                                                                                  poesie de ginette