French Poem

Maudit!
soit le bateau des pirates dont le vent pousse, qui a transporté les boules de canon
avec lesquelles le bateau de mon oncle coulait au fond de la mer
dans laquelle était enterré le trésor
avec qui la reine devinait assez riche pour gouverner la monde avec les poings de fer
auxquels nous devions saluer comme les soldats
que nous avons regardé quand ils marchaient dans la rue
à côté de laquelle une fleuve coulait, pleine de poissons
pour lesquelles la baleine cherchait
quand elle m’a manger alors que je flottais sur les débris du bateau de mon oncle.


Feel free to fix my French before morning. I imagine it's horrible. (And my brain is injured, because I typed "he" instead of "it" there the first time). Weee. Now, to write another page on this Darwin silliness and go to sleep. Holy crap is it late. Siiigh. I was ahead for a while today, too. I wonder what happened.

Edit: You know, I had a weird dream last night that I got up and there were five people I didn't know having a conversation in reply to this post, and for some reason they were recommending anime to me instead of fixing my French. And there were pirates on Lake Michigan, but it was stranger that the waves on it were gigantic and washing out this bridge that I apparently hated for some reason. And it was raining really hard. Yep, sort of strange...