Humour catho !...

Décidément, les gilets jaunes sont partout !

(Illustration récupérée sur la page facebook de ma paroisse...)

Bonnes fêtes de fin d'année à toutes et tous !

Comme on dit en Corse : PACE E SALUTE !

En cadeau bonus, la version pour la BBC de "Always look on the bright side of life" :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTXiqKGFNso

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (from Monty Python)

words and music by Eric Idle

Some things in life are bad

They can really make you mad

Other things just make you swear and curse.

When you're chewing on life's gristle

Don't grumble, give a whistle

And this'll help things turn out for the best...

    And...always look on the bright side of life...

    Always look on the light side of life...

If life seems jolly rotten

There's something you've forgotten

And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.

When you're feeling in the dumps

Don't be silly chumps

Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.

    And...always look on the bright side of life...

    Always look on the light side of life...

For life is quite absurd

And death's the final word

You must always face the curtain with a bow.

Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin

Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.

    So always look on the bright side of death

    Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit

When you look at it

Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.

You'll see it's all a show

Keep 'em laughing as you go

Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

    And always look on the bright side of life...

    Always look on the right side of life...

    (Come on guys, cheer up!)

    Always look on the bright side of life...

    Always look on the bright side of life...

    (Worse things happen at sea, you know.)

    Always look on the bright side of life...

    (I mean - what have you got to lose?)

    (You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.

    What have you lost? Nothing!)

    Always look on the right side of life...

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Funeral blues

(W.H. Auden)

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.