CYRANO

Oh Cyrano, dear Cyrano

Monsieur, de Bergerac

Your nose was big, yes really big

Immense, “la tabernac”

 

You stuck it in, a love affair

And wrote, Roxanne some prose

She fell for it, to the extent

That then, she Christian chose

 

All those years, you pined for her

And wrote Christian, some more

But in the end, it wasn’t him

But the letters, she’d adore

 

So you were left, without her love

As if, it was to be

And it’s your prose, which did you in

How stupid, could you be

 

Before Roxanne, realized you lied

A log, did hit your head

You sadly came, to your demise

And your love, remained unsaid

 

And so, the moral of your story

Now, comes sadly to its close

Remember to be careful

Where you stick, your big fat nose

 BOEMS BY JA 74