I find it hard to admit to, quite often,
To the lads, that I do love Jane Austen,
Oh, how I wish,
They weren’t so prejudiced,
And perchance, my pride may at last soften.
Oh, how I loathe George Wickham,
He show’s how the ladies can pick ‘em,
They love a bad boy
Whate’er his employ,
But mention marriage and his pace will then quicken,
Like Captain Wentworth, I’m all out at sea,
For the shades of great Pemberley
Could they be so polluted,
For a verse convoluted?
I’d consider a platonic civil partnership with Mr Darcy,
Marianne will optimistically face it,
Though it bucketeth down She’ll not waste it
It may be miles away,
On the rainiest day,
She says there is some blue sky, let us chase it!
A Clergyman's Duty To Set an Example
Oh Mr Collins, You coy courting Cousin,
You could have your pick of a dozen,
Fordyce put aside
For You must have a bride
Lady Catherine will have no further discussion.
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