A French poet contacts this blog

A French poet, going under the nom de plume of Anne Honnimusse, has contacted me via a mutual acquaintance in order to present to our readers the following finely crafted pentelope.

Quand Mélenchon entre en débat
Toutes les bouches restent bées;
On est scotché par le débit
Et par les abois du cabot
Qui déblatère, honte bue.

Anne Honnimusse 2018

When Mélenchon starts arguing,
All the mouths come a-gaping;
One is struck (literally stuck, as if with scotch tape) by the effluence
And by the barkings of the cur
Who yaps away shamelessly (literally, having drunk all his shame).

To convey my appreciation, and that of the readers of this blog, I drew a deep draught from my alma mater and replied with:

Hinc lucem et pocula sacra

Pocula sacra laudate
Omnes pueri gaudete
Verbum domini plaudite
Verumtamen scitote:
Bibendum non est dilute!

PB 2018