MONSIEUR the Cure down the street Comes with his kind old face, -- With his coat worn bare, and his straggling hair, And his green umbrella-case. You may see him pass by the little 'Grande Place,' And the tiny 'Hotel-de-Ville'; He smiles, as he goes, to the fleuriste Rose, And the pompier Theophile. He turns, as a rule, through the 'Marche' cool, Where the noisy fish-wives call; And his compliment pays to the 'Belle Therese,' As she knits in her dusky stall. There's a letter to drop at the locksmith's shop, And Toto, the locksmith's niece, Has jubilant hopes, for the Cure gropes In his tails for a pain d'epice. There's a little dispute with a merchant of fruit, Who is said to be heterodox, That will ended be with a 'Ma foi, oui!' And a pinch from the Cure's box. There is also a word that no one heard To the furrier's daughter Lou.; And a pale cheek fed with a flickering red, And a 'Bon Dieu garde M'sieu!' But a grander way for the Sous-Prefet, And a bow for Ma'am'selle Anne; And a mock 'off-hat' to the Notary's cat, And a nod to the Sacristan: -- For ever through life the Cure goes With a smile on his kind old face -- With his coat worn bare, and his straggling hair, And his green umbrella-case. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN TO THE SHADE OF PO CHU-I by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS THE TRUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |