RIVALITE

                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                             
                                                    RIVALITE                                                                                         
                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                             
                                            Elle  était blonde                                                                                     
                                            Et j'étais brune;                                                                                       
                                            Elle aimait les ondes                                                                               
                                            Moi j'émais  la lune.                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                               
                                            Il amait les brunes                                                                                    
                                            Mais aussi les blondes                                                                            
                                            Il aimait la lune                                                                                          
                                            Mais aussi les ondes .                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                                
                                            Nous étions amies                                                                                    
                                            Et il le savait                                                                                               
                                            C'est pourtant ainsi                                                                                   
                                            Qu'elle il l'a aimé.!                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                                                 
                                            Comme il aimait la lune                                                                             
                                            Et qu'il aimait les ondes                                                                            
                                            Il sortit avec la brune                                                                                                                              Etaussi avec  la blonde.                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                 
                                            Puis elle aima un brun,                                                                              
                                            Et moi j'aimais ce blond,                                                                           
                                            Il est parti très loin,                                                                                    
                                            Et moi je me morfonds!                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                  
                                         Mocotte                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                  
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Comments

[adeline]

supere jolie poeme !!!

[mamie]

oui, mais pure invention! il n'y a pas eu de rivale!mais inspiré dar mon 1er chagrin d'amour à à peine 16ans!gros bisous de ta mamie