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la littérature française

Une amie qui ne fait que des comptes
M'a demandé de raconter des contes
"Qu'est-ce que c'est que vous faites là?
Tant d'années de la littérature, oh là là!
Mais ça va! Tout ce qu'il faut faire
C'est lire les romans et faire des commentaires
Raconte-moi, disais-je, quelques anecdotes
Qui vous font passer le temps et gagner des notes"

Pour commencer, j'ai fait du Maupassant
Pas de nouvelle, j'ai raconté un souvenir passant:
C'était ma première "aventure" je me souviens
Dieu Merci que ça me rarement revient!
Dans un studio parisien, un homme se couche
Avec une jeune femme sans "faire le verrou"
Le propiétaire entre, quel outrage!
Pourquoi aurait-il écrit un tel ouvrage?
Le recit se termine avec l'homme qui jure
"Toujours faire le verrou avant une telle aventure!"

Puis je suis passée à Albert Camus
Qui a laissé un demi monde tout ému
Un Prix Nobel, chez lui, s'est bien arrangé
Pour son roman envahissant "l'Etranger"
Ce roman a fait couler beaucoup d'encre
Meursault, le héros, a commis un meurtre.
Mais dans le tribu, il ne s'est point défendu
Sachant que c'est le soleil qui doit être pendu!

Deux anecdotes lui a bien satisfait
Depuis, elle ne m'a plus rien demandé :P

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