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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365968" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Picnic in the Wood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was Sunday, after vespers<br>In the town of Montauban, <br>Where the Seminary Deacons walked<br>Along the tree-lined strand, <br>While two girls were sipping latté<br>At the Café Belle Amie, <br>Watching all the black-robed brothers<br>As they passed, but covertly! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Don't you think he's very handsome? '<br>Sighed the girl called Mirabel, <br>As the brother Michael passed them, <br>Turned his head, and gave a smile, <br>While Georgette had sat and giggled, <br>Put her hand up to her mouth: <br>‘Don't you think it's rather wicked, <br>Tempting priests to break a vow! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mirabel had raised an eyebrow<br>And stared archly at her friend, <br>‘Isn't that the main attraction, <br>Tempting vows that never mend? <br>I once overheard my mother<br>Tell her sister, Aunt Denise, <br>‘You will never know seduction<br>If you've not seduced a priest! ''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was autumn in the country<br>And the leaves lay all around, <br>Making pathways sere and golden<br>With their passing, on the ground, <br>And the woods that lay by Montauban<br>Were like some lovers' dell, <br>That these girls had often wandered, <br>And the nooks, they knew too well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Mirabel had smiled, coquettish<br>At the novice priest, <br>He'd stopped, and turned to join them, <br>Chatted low, but quite at ease, <br>‘I have filled a picnic basket, <br>Pink champagne and sweet baguettes, <br>I intend to go tomorrow, <br>Come along, and be my guest.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he pointed to the pathway<br>That led deep into the wood, <br>‘We can have a pleasant day of fun, <br>And stuff ourselves with food; <br>I have seven different cheeses<br>Camembert and Brie de Meaux, <br>Some Gruyère and Mimolette…'<br>Then Mirabel said: ‘Yes, I'll go! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her friend shrank back, and shivered, <br>Mirabel had caught her eye, <br>‘Don't you crash my little party…'<br>It had said, and she knew why! <br>There would be more fun and frolics<br>Than the novice would suspect, <br>When her friend returned tomorrow<br>With his celibacy wrecked! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But seven days went by, there was<br>No sign of Mirabel, <br>Then Michael came, and said that she<br>Was called to aunt Giselle; <br>It seems she'd had a fit, and Mirabel<br>Had caught the train, <br>She wouldn't be around for weeks<br>Her aunt lived in Lorraine! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Georgette was disappointed<br>She had hoped to see her friend, <br>But Michael stayed and chatted<br>And he charmed her, in the end, <br>He said it was Georgette that had<br>Attracted him that night, <br>But Mirabel jumped in too quick, <br>And put his plans to flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girl felt more than flattered, <br>She was always in the shade, <br>For Mirabel had always picked<br>The best of who they laid, <br>So when he made his offer<br>That a picnic would be right, <br>She blushed, and then she stammered, <br>‘I'd be honoured - if you like! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woods that lie by Montauban<br>Took on their winter shroud, <br>The weeks went by, and neither girl<br>Returned to join the crowd, <br>The vermin had been busy<br>On their bones, deep in the wood, <br>Had eaten what virginity<br>Was left, with Michael's food.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Michael, his Hail Mary's<br>In his Seminary cell, <br>Had brought him more than comfort, <br>They had saved his soul from hell, <br>For no-one, he reflected, <br>Could tell anybody now, <br>He'd kept his love protected<br>And his celibacy vow! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 July 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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In the town of Montauban, 
Where the Seminary Deacons walked
Along the tree-lined strand, 
While two girls were sipping latté
At the Café Belle Amie, 
Watching all the black-robed brothers
As they passed, but covertl..."></div>
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