Poetry Tuesday: Rondeau

Eustache Deschamps, 1346-1410.
Shows just how long the French have had that silly superiority complex toward anyone to the east of them.

Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.
The gist of the Bohemian soul.
Bread and salted fish and cold.

Leeks and cabbage three days old,
Smoked meat as hard and black as coal;
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.

Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink–it’s beer, I’m told–
Bad sleep on straw in some filthy hole,
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.
The gist of the Bohemian soul.
Bread and salted fish and cold.

;o)

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