To remember it,
I've carved 'gisarme' into the staff of my hoe,
which is the nearest thing in my shed
to a long-staffed battle-axe.
For 'hoe' the French say 'houe',
which sounds like the 'oo' in 'goo'
and their 'or', 'ou'.
Your tall Nescafe coffee jar, whose inner bottom
the average teaspoon barely reaches,
makes you glad you've a long-staffed one,
which you're calling 'gisarme 2'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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