I first read Mots d’heures, gousses, rames ages ago, but the opening of the first poem, with its erudite footnotes, still makes me giggle:
Un petit d’un petit 
S’etonne aux Halles. 
 The inevitable result of a child marriage.
 The subject of this epigrammatic poem is obviously from the provinces, since a native Parisian would take this famous old market for granted.
Cf. A French letter, and the “French pieces” of the Tang (faqu and faqu 2)…