from the Fatrasies d’Arras

Anonymous

2

A cheese wheel of wool
hauled seven days
to Saint Remy fair
& a jousting dummy
sailed over the Seine
on a fart & a half
Our worlds are so divided
A bloodsucking parasite
said to them: By my soul
I rammed a hogshead of oats
into the ass of an ant





7

Deep down in a cunt
there lived a badger
weaving gold brocades
& a monk’s cowl
pursued Vermandois
all through Mont Laon
I asked them in Scottish
Could we fatten our peas
with a butterfly’s balls
make castles & belfries
from the penis of a snail?





9

I saw a tower
with one nimble spin
flung up to the clouds
I watched a noon hour
follow four herons
into an oven
If not for two gnarled sticks
shot from an arbalest
who knocked up two nuns
four unbuttoned tunics
would be incurably dead





13

A stillborn geezer
with a short sneezer
hefted a windmill
A capsized outhouse
was all fitted out
with two linen sheets
They were all quite astonished
by a small pot of suet
at the gate of a garden
when a rat spread before them
the farts of an old Tartar





14

Aioli of hay
a cheese made of bread
& beans made of peas
& pebbles of grain
& stones made from lees
& one Gallic Scot
A cat speaking Greekish
took Lord Allan hostage
which became too much trouble
when two high-born monkeys
mounted & rode Vermandois





15

A wool taffeta
was taking great pains
to fuck a pea pod
To have her veins bled
Great Babylon came
for lessons in French
Vermandois came to fight
& he silently brayed
on a steed of gold braid
Fourteen months fled away
one non-calendrical day





16

A duckling mustard
dragged Lower Egypt
behind the West Wind
A stiff carriage shaft
battered the cervix
of a basket of air
A cat hawking the moon
took by ambush a tergo
ten ants in a convent
whereupon Paris fled back
from Tyre to the Occident

translated from the Old French by Donato Mancini and Ted Byrne