B: Xxxxiii: Why The Aussie Likes The French Poem by Douglas Scotney

Waxing high
a poet cried:

Mysterious child
Take delights,
Turn them into verse.
Sensual and divine combine.
Light up the universe.

The above he turned into the French,
then translated back to English,
the gist of which now follows:

Strange child
Take what seems meet,
Turn both to poetry.
Sensuality and sky combine.
Light up all the feet! !

The humour of the French comes out
Whenever there's a God about.