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Poor Pierre
Poor Pierre of Pisseloup
struggled in the mid-day sun
even worse in autumn when with vines
and harvest done odd jobs were always scarce
But when he cashed his state support
you sometimes found him calmly stood
if briefly with his fellow man
as any peasant drinker would
When I first washed in to Charly
looking for a likely bar
he arrived in carpet slippers
tatty jeans and dodgy car
If I say I never knew him
he was just a simple bloke
truly worse off than his fellows
well he hardly ever spoke
But he always made me welcome
waved to fill my empty glass
so it was that little Peter
poor Pierre of Pisseloup
took his trouble home from Charly
clearly knew what he would do
In truth I never knew him
he was just a simple bloke a sight
worse off than most and
who hardly ever spoke just
two kind words each summer just
good morning and good night
in truth he was from Pavant
but with Pisseloup close by
it seemed a waste to call him so.
He didn't need to die.
River Marne had solved his problems
but it took away his dreams