The Dark One

The Dark One

I am Cromwell the Dark

I am Cromwell the Dark, and I control
Aquitaine's old camel and the lost shrew.
But my Memory is dead, my stéarine-struck head
Brings King Gontran somber Melancholy.
By opening a barrel, the King saved me,
It was in Parmesans, Avenue d'Italie,
Plonk is what pleases my destroyed soul,
While the camel with the shrew does dally.
Am I Cochonfucius ? Am I quite drunk ?
My eyes arlequin lost in the Queen's dark green ones,
My head resounds with the howling of monsters.
I see the camel-shrew waiting forfait food,

And I can see the cook bringing a plate
Of fried fish here, and a cup of coffee.

A scholar made a sigisbée comment.

I was recently discussing such matters with Queen Delphine. Parisian bassinets in the Avenue d'Italie arlequin no longer fashionable. Best stay in Cluny, as I told you, already.