(curtain rises…both are getting into bed)
Mémé: I’m not asking you to cheat
Only to tweak. (turning over, back to Pépé)
Pépé: I refuse to participate, in the choices they make,
can’t you see, Just let it be!
(he does the same and turns over. now both are lying back to back)
Mémé: Get off your arse then, and turn off the light!
There ain’t nothing right… left to be seen this night.
Pépé: I thought it was your turn
To turn out the lights, tonight.
Mémé: You want to fight?
(as a matter of fact)
I still got a good right.
(giggling)
Pépé: What is it that you want me to do?
Again. Before I lay down.
(slowly getting up)
Mémé: Go and tell the grandchildren
To stop this, this… “Messing around!
…La vie ne est plus le pont de d’Avignon.”
Pépé:
(re-enters and gets into bed facing mémé)
Bonsoir Mémé.
Mémé: Bonsoir Pépé.
(Both start humming ‘Sous le pont de d’Avignon’)
(Curtain closes)
On the lighter side, in my “research”, I stumbled on this and if you have the time… [growing up with this song, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw this.]
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