“WAE'S ME FOR CHARLIE!”

Evening Star, Issue 25701, 26 January 1946, Page 10

“WAE'S ME FOR CHARLIE!”

[Written by " X.Y." for the ' Evening Star.'] 1 view the Frenchman with esteem, Although—l must concede —- His ways of living sometimes seem Outlandish indeed. But he is foreign—we are not; So that accounts for quite a lot. And, taking an impartial view, It might indeed appear That he might think the things we do ' Exceedingly queer; Although it's hard to realise, We're foreign—to a Frenchman's eyes. We've shaken hands, as neighbours might, Across that strip of blue: Occasionally we have, fought, As neighbours will do, Whene'er some little tiff or so Disturbs the normal " status quo." And so I like old Jacques Bonhomme, , Although he comes to light With conduct Widely differing from My notions of right, But who am I to draw the line? His ways are his, and mine are mine. In one respect 1 must confess My G-string feels a tweak. Why are his politics a 'mess Of Bubble-and-Squeak? And why, whene'er the Chamber sits, Does every member lose his wits? Well, that's the curse of poor old France. It's her idea of fun, To give no Cabinet a chance Of getting things done, For something always intervenes To split the thing to smithereens. 1 sympathise with poor de Gaulle, Who, salvaging the wreck,' Gets one reward for that and all— A pain in the neck. He loves his country, I'll admit, But isn't he fed up with it? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA