- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Monsieur Antoine
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THEORY "X" => CIVIC MATTERS
HOUNSLOW CIVIC CENTRE
WEST LONDON
APRIL 1990
MONSIEUR ANTOINE
At half past one,
Monsieur Antoine,
Vaulted the counter,
For a closer encounter.
(refrain ad libidum)
Due to some brain tumor,
He has no sense of humor,
So he throws his missiles,
At everyone who smiles.
And as everyone run,
He was having his fun,
And the bells went on ringing,
And the girls went on giggling.
The security staff,
They don't like to be rough,
So they worked under cover,
Ant they came when it was over.
*****
Monsieur Antoine,
Was an angry one,
And a top priority,
He was tall, he was black,
And he didn't give a fuck,
About civic authority.
So his problem was felt,
And his case was dealt,
With the outmost efficiency,
Which goes to show,
That the bureaucrats bow,
To this kind of proficiency.
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