Poetry Tuesday: Villon’s Quatrain

By Francois Villon, 1431-1463.

(Not sure how accurate this translation from the French is, considering it rhymes in English.)

France’s I am; my lookout’s glum.
From Paris (near Pontoise) I come,
And soon my neck, depending from
A rope, will learn the weight of my bum.

;o)

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