Carton
To my dear Lucie,
You make me feel goosey,
With a love transcending time,
and will cross any line,
I know you'll never want me,
A tale that could never be,
Oh it's all gone to the loo,
Since the day I met you,
And that Darnay!
What a souflette!
He represents me,
and the man I could never be
With a kiss and a hug,
You cared for this lug,
And you praised me,
With a love that could never be,
As my head touches metal,
It falls like a petal,
With the hope of a bee,
Of a love that can never be
~o~
*This poem is refering to the
beautifully tragic Sydney Carton
and his undying love for Lucie Manete*
To my dear Lucie,
You make me feel goosey,
With a love transcending time,
and will cross any line,
I know you'll never want me,
A tale that could never be,
Oh it's all gone to the loo,
Since the day I met you,
And that Darnay!
What a souflette!
He represents me,
and the man I could never be
With a kiss and a hug,
You cared for this lug,
And you praised me,
With a love that could never be,
As my head touches metal,
It falls like a petal,
With the hope of a bee,
Of a love that can never be
~o~
*This poem is refering to the
beautifully tragic Sydney Carton
and his undying love for Lucie Manete*
The Marquis
He has the face of a mask,
In his power he'll bask,
On that day,
He struck without bay,
He rode in a sleigh,
Without a howdy or a hey,
He struck in a flash,
And threw the passerby cash,
He speaks to himself,
With the voice of an elf,
"Oh Darn that Darnay,
But I will get my way,
The Doctor's in jail,
Without hope of bail,
And the Madame will know,
That I am her foe."
*This poem is referring to the
Marquis St. Evremonde' and his
past with Doctor Manette, Charles Darnay,
and Madame Defarge.*
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