While standing in a small circle, with both feet on the ground, hollow metal balls are tossed to see how close the player can get to a small wooden ball called a cochonnet, or piglet. My poem is about the game and a tradition that evolved around it. Enjoy. . . .
A sleepy French village is the scene
Mid-afternoon of a day so serene
Two locals relaxing at a sidewalk café
Each with a glass of nouveau
Discussing everything under the sun
World problems solved, talk is done
Next, it’s the favorite French pastime sport
And off they go to the local “Boules” court
Friends, both passionate about this game,
Each aims to add another win to his name
The circle is drawn and the “cochonnet” tossed
Time will tell who’s won and who has lost
Woe is he who’s doesn’t make a score
‘Cause his ego will be bruised and sore
For him, it will be a fate worst than any
As he’s escorted to the café to kiss “La Fanny”
Poem by Herm Meyer
The first person to score thirteen points is the winner in Pétanque. Early in the history of the game a café waitress took pity on any one that lost the game 13-to-0 by allowing the loser to kiss her on the cheek.
However, when the mayor of the town came in and demanded his kiss she, spitefully, got up on a chair and exposed her bottom to him. The Mayor obliged by kissing both “cheeks”; thus the tradition of “La Fanny” was established which is still carried on today with “Fannies” cast out of plaster or ceramic.
Here's an example . . . . .