Page 9 - Ridiculous Wishes

f you were less sensible,
I should be careful not to tell
The crazy and ungallant fable
I am going to address to you.
A gut sausage provides its matter.
A gut sausage, my darling!
What a pity! It is horrible,
A Precious screamed,
Always tender, always severe,
Who wanted no story but love ones.
But you better than any living being
Can charm by your storytelling,
With expressions so happy and naive,
That listening at you one think even to see;
You know which the way is
To invent something,
That much more than matter
It makes the beauty of all the Stories,
You will love my fable and its meaning;
I am, I dare say, quite certain.

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