Shoesie
Song to make negroes blush and glorify Père Ubu

I

This please do me

And don’t talk back:

Never shoesie

In the sack!

II

So breaks amain

I know not whither

A diaphane

Made of rubber.

III

“To your address

Bring back hide,

Says the negress,

Of your Clyde!”

IV

On the shoreline

Père Ubu

To the wild one

Shows his past due.

V

But his trophy:

“Colored well

De white booby

In d’inkwell!”

VI

So weaving goes,

With black imbued,

Above Boboche

Père Ubu.

VII

His signature

Travels its ways

Over the nature

Parchment has.

VIII

The noble sire’s

Not taken aback;

Begins to indite

That Almanac,

IX

When a wave,

Over this picture,

Tosses the dame

Into the water.

X

Searches, and tries

The point to miss:

“Wore for a sign

Half a kiss!”

XI

Thinking her nice,

A Malabar man

Plucks her... bodice

Ten years on.

XII

That virginity

Was the hide

Of Ubu shifty,

Hide of Clyde!

XIII

“This please do me

And don’t talk back:

Never shoesie

In the sack!”

Alfred Jarry