Ode to an Earworm

[pjthompson]

Au claire de la lune
flowing through my mind,
endless whirlpool spinning
of just a line or two.
Mon ami Pierrot, then opening
something next…
then pour ecrit un mot!
But which word that might be,
j’en sais pas, alas.
So much unknown whirling,
so very much to know,
but this incessant chanting
blocks my quiet time
when I could be reflecting and
ecrit a mot or deux.
Au Claire de la lune,
I am done with you
pour l’amour de Dieu!

—PJ Thompson

Comments

[sartorias]

Heh! Enjoyed the poem, and now have to put some music on so I do NOT get Claire de la lune as an ear worm!

[pjthompson]

Yes! It's insidious. (And thanks.)