Éditions Flétans need not rely on my feeble efforts. Not when there is a stable of willing hacks to trot out a few verses celebrating the idylls of the season past. THEREFORE:
I take great pleasure in announcing the first installments in our international autumn line of fine po-ems.
My dreamy sunny afternoons
Are free alike of cares and fears
As little piping cries of birds
Fall softly on my furry ears.
L’après-midi
Est sans souci
Et les petits oiseaux
Chantent ‘Kikeriki’.
