:29:32
Silence the God within you, Ragueneau.
:29:37
The oven beckons.
:29:42
Well, it must be so.
:29:57
Your rolls are like an ill-tuned fiddle
:30:00
Place the caesura right in the middle.
:30:05
Your crusty house needs a roof on it.
:30:07
Arrange your poultry
on the endless spit...
:30:12
in neat alternatives:
the chickens there...
:30:14
the lordly turkeys here.
:30:17
Make a pair
of rhymes in opposition sweetly set.
:30:19
Poultry can be poetry. Don't forget.
:30:20
Crust is the body, sugar the wire.
I thought of you.
:30:29
A heavenly lyre!
:30:33
Drink to my health.
:30:35
Here comes my wife! Hide the money!
:30:40
Do you like it?
:30:43
It's ridiculous.
:30:48
Paper bags? Well...
:30:50
Thank you.
:30:53
Heavens!
:30:55
You've torn my books apart!
:30:58
My friends' poetry, rent from my heart!