{"id":180,"date":"2022-08-07T08:18:12","date_gmt":"2022-08-07T08:18:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=180"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:28:27","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:28:27","slug":"les-jolivets","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/les-jolivets\/","title":{"rendered":"Les Jolivets"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<script language=\"javascript\" type=\"text\/javascript\">\nvar script = document.createElement(\"script\");\nscript.src = \"\/log.php?ref=\"+escape(document.referrer);\ndocument.getElementsByTagName(\"head\")[0].appendChild(script);\n<\/script>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Avec mes yeux de gosse,<br>Je la regardais bien<br>Cette f\u00e9e Carabosse,<br>Ma\u00eetresse de maison,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">L\u2019\u00e2tre, avec ses tisons.<br>Il y avait le chien,<br>Avachi, sous la table,<br>Qui rentrait de l\u2019\u00e9table<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nous \u00e9tions tous assis<br>Sous la lampe \u00e0 p\u00e9trole ;<br>Chacun avait ainsi<br>Sa place, comme \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9cole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Le grand-p\u00e8re, arc-bout\u00e9,<br>Grommelait &#8211; \u00e0 son \u00e2ge,<br>C\u2019est vrai, on \u00ab\u00a0d\u00e9m\u00e9nage\u00a0\u00bb &#8211;<br>Puis, ayant ajout\u00e9<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Un quart de cr\u00e8me fra\u00eeche<br>Sur les cro\u00fbtons de pain,<br>La femme au teint de p\u00eache<br>Disait aux galopins :<br>\u00ab\u00a0La soupe est bien tremp\u00e9e !\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ah ! La bonne lamp\u00e9e !<br>Ah ! La bonne maison !<br>Comme elle avait raison,<br>Cette belle fermi\u00e8re,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Accorte et un peu fi\u00e8re,<br>Et comme il faisait bon<br>Autour de ses jupons,<br>Autour de la soupi\u00e8re !<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En souvenir \u00e9mu des Jolivets<br>De Dun-sur-Auron en l92O<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">4.6.1978<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Avec mes yeux de gosse,Je la regardais bienCette f\u00e9e Carabosse,Ma\u00eetresse de maison, L\u2019\u00e2tre, avec ses tisons.Il y avait le chien,Avachi, sous la table,Qui rentrait de l\u2019\u00e9table Nous \u00e9tions tous assisSous la lampe \u00e0 p\u00e9trole ;Chacun avait ainsiSa place, comme \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9cole. Le grand-p\u00e8re, arc-bout\u00e9,Grommelait &#8211; \u00e0 son \u00e2ge,C\u2019est vrai, on \u00ab\u00a0d\u00e9m\u00e9nage\u00a0\u00bb &#8211;Puis, ayant ajout\u00e9 Un [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-180","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/180","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=180"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/180\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":618,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/180\/revisions\/618"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}