Sunday, 21 April 2013

April in Paris.....Francois Hollande style

                                     Ah, the scent of CS gas on the Spring air!

I never knew the charm of spring 
Never met it face to face 
I never knew my eyes would sting
After a Gendarme’s mace 

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom 
Priests being beaten, priests being seized               
April in Paris, this is a feeling 
That cannot be eased 

I never knew the charm of abuse
Never met it face to face 
I never new my arm was broken
‘Til we got back to base

It's April in Paris 
Whom can I run to? 
What have you done to my heart? 
What have you done to my heart?

With apologies to Johnny Mercer and co.


  1. I like it.

    Actually Laurence (and I too, earlier) probably stole the photo from here:

  2. All I can think of is this
    "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
    Or close the wall up with our Christian dead.
    In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
    As modest stillness and humility:
    But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
    Then imitate the action of the tiger;
    Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
    Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
    Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
    Let pry through the portage of the head"