Would it be pretentious to write a poem in French? I feel like it might be. I got away with Italian because it's a bit more niche, but French - somehow it seems like the language pompous people choose to show off their linguistic chops.
All the fanciest meals have French names, yes? They roll from the tongue of the bow-tied waiter as he recommends les haricots cuits sur un tranche du pain grillé or a bottle of vintage 1986 délice-ensoleillé, n'est pas? If you know, you know, I guess.
Well, my little pots pourri and petit filouses... here's my Delboyish attempt at silly-sounding pompous old poesie en Francais. It could be the deepest thing ever... or just some nonsense, some absurdité. I quite like that I don't have to pick which.
Pamplemousse
Je voudrais un pamplemousse
Pour le sac et pour la trousse
A l'ecole je mange aussi
Tous les bonbons, tous les fruits
A la classe j'ai une banane
Tres jolie pour la madame
Je regarde mon sac, ma trousse
Pour manger? mon pamplemousse!
Maintenant, moi je suis plein
Je ne veux manger rien
Dans la maison belle, je vais
Parce-que je suis fatigué
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