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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-19 at 19:50

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
You seek him here, you seek him there, that damned elusive pimpernell :-)

Elle x
2021-02-21


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Great adventure with a musketeer ending Bravo!
2021-02-19