I am not a poem person. I think it's pretty and I love the flowery whimsical-ness now and then, but to sit down and read it and enjoy it? No. Unless it's Dr Suess-type-poetry, which isn't really poetry, it's just rhymes and rhythms, but I could read Dr Suess books all day. Anyway, in honour of Hamlette's poetry month celebration, here's a comical kind of ditty I wrote on the story of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, when I was about twelve and my infatuation for the story was blossoming in its early blossoms.
There are many books,
About people who are rich and have nice looks,
Pride and Prejudice is one of them,
with only one or two crooks
Lizzie meets Mr Darcy in a ball,
Looking very sad but tall,
He says he never takes a dance,
He stands silent, never listening to a call
Mrs Bennet loves Mr Bingley, a man she meets,
She lets Mary quote him a story by Keats,
But Mr Bingley is not interested,
He only likes Jane's French pleats!
Then Mr Collins comes, a man, very rare,
He is the house's next heir,
Mrs Bennet wants her house forever and says,
"Lizzie, I insist you on marrying him, there!"
Lizzie says no, and Mrs Bennet is upset,
Collins goes away and marries another lady he met.
"Oh Mr Collins!" cries Mrs Bennet,
"Lizzie would be better, that's what I bet!"
Then the youngest, Lydia, very very wild,
She goes away with Wickham, but she's only a child!
Wickham is a bad thief,
Who's not at all mild.
In the meantime, Darcy loves Lizzie, and she back,
Together those two have nothing they lack,
Jane marries Bingley, and Darcy marries Lizzie,
Together they have a lot of love- a whole stack!
"A whole stack. " HA. Ha.
(I know. Absolutely and absurdly ridiculous (and I remember laughing while writing it as a 12-or-something-year-old) but I thought it might provide some shallow entertainment for some of you. You're welcome, and have a good day even if 99% of it is schoolwork, as it is in my case.)