Le Zizi

In order to remove our complexes, ogué, ogué,
We are given sex education classes, ogué, ogué.
We learn the secret life
Of the anxieties of the little beast
Or those who are bold
To show their 'thing'.
A very nice teacher
Explains all the mechanics to us.
She says: 'We will set the scene, ogué, ogué
Of the male apparatus first, ogué, ogué.'
She approaches the blackboard.
We might finally know
What is this sacred monster that has so much power,
And, without hesitation, she draws for us
The 'little thing' and the 'two orphans'.

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'Everything, everything, everything,
You will know everything about the penis,
The real, the fake,
The ugly, the beautiful,
The hard, the soft
With a long neck,
The big bushy one,
The little chubby one,
The big wrinkled one,
The peeled mountain.
Everything, everything, everything, everything,
I will tell you everything about the penis.'

There are penises of all colors,
From bakers to chimney sweeps.
I've seen impulsive ones
Climbing into briefs.
I've seen less voracious ones
Falling into shoes,
Like that of a distressed mechanic
Who could never put his pieces together.
There's the clean penis of the laundryman,
The one that starches my sister's hand.
I saw the penis of a priest
With his little purple hat
Who, just in full ascension,
Makes the genuflection,
A rising of penises at dusk
And that of the dad who blows bubbles.

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The muscular penis of the truck driver
Is recognized by his big turtleneck.
I saw the alarming penis
Of a traveling trapeze artist
Teaching the high bar to his little children,
The mountaineer and his beautiful ice pick
Magnificent above the Grandes Jorasses.
I saw the big penis of a little sacristan
Who rings the Angelus with his hands behind his back,
The one of a Breton sailor
Who had lost his tassels
And that of a wealthy Jew
Measuring the fabric,
The one of an ambulance nurse
Blinking in emergencies.

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I saw the small penis of the aristocrats
Always on the verge of embargo.
I rolled pastry
With my husband's penis.
With a Chinese one,
I even cracked nuts.
With a penis of uncertain morals,
I even made old-fashioned sweetbreads.

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