Frenchie Fernszy
I was in a trance,Leaving the now,
Went back to old France,
Eager to bow
And eager to dance,
I was ready in a wig
To frolic in a jig,
Wanting to be fancy
In the salons of Nancy,
Improving my deport
In a Parisian court,
But I saw my error,
I'd arrived in the Terror,
I saw the roaming mobs,
Heard cry out loud sobs,
Old ladies were knitting,
Pearl two, drop one,
A head fell where they were sitting
And a noble had gone,
I was an Englishman abroad,
Ripe for the sword,
A union jack who had
To get back,
A man in a cape
Helped me to escape,
Calais to Dover,
My ordeal was over,
Who saved me from Hell?
It was the Scarlet Pimpernel!
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-02-19 at 19:50
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