Tout cuit sorti du four

Le châtiment de la cuisson appliqué aux imposteurs:

bleu02Chaque fois que les gens découvrent son mensonge,

Le châtiment lui vient, par la colère accru.

" Je suis cuit, je suis cuit ! " gémit-il comme en songe.

Le menteur n'est jamais cru.

Alphonse ALLAIS (1854-1905) 

Comme promis, des doryphores pour les patates

translation in "lire la suite"


I won't try to translate this poem by A Allais, just because it's a play on word, and a stupid one believe me.

But my drawing I can translate:

the unexpected appartion of Colorado beetles in historical center created an enormous panic, by the way.
and:
Don't believe everything I say.

Well, I never said I was less stupid than mister Allais.

Delphine DoreauComment