Thomas came from the school of hard facts No Gradgrind, yet, had slipped through its cracks A Bounderby born saw light in this day Believing flowers belong outside with the hay
In Louisa G, Thoughts would flee It was clear to see Just not on bended knee
The girl would gaze towards a flame Far too majestic to tame And there hours would disappear As “Fancy” hesitantly slipped near
A circus of thought Nine oils bought *****’s distraught Isolation caught
Her father left home A sad clown made to roam Metaphor in a poem Lost, no need to atone
A foster child of Logic There’s no need to frolic Study enveloped her life While Louisa became a wife
Married and bound to an age differential That made her hubby seem quite parental
Thomas had begun new work Money earned, quite the perk Then it vanished with great haste Gambled away like simple waste
His sister, Loo, called to bail Thomas, who had found life stale Her few possessions drift away On donations to her brother’s dismay
Time moves on with little give Debts build like the weight of a fib Soon Thomas pleads for far too much, 100 dollars, please rush
Louisa, was completely tapped out Her brother had broken an ever-flowing spout He used every penny of the girl’s love Then drifted, like a fleeting dove.
Her husband, Josiah, sat none the wiser, Cuddled by the facts of a rude little miser Then came a parliamentary heart of house, James snuck in quiet as a mouse.
Mr. Harthouse was a man of great esteem He came to Coketown on track-lines powered by steam There he met the wife of a cold little man And his pursuit of affection began
Lousia had no need for affection Or for that matter unwanted attention Yet, as Thomas fell She thought the notion seemed quite swell
Conversations began with ease Mr. Harthouse was certainly no ****** Operated amongst the ideas of her school And even sat earnestly while listening to Stephen Blackpool
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A servant to no deviant will And master of a mere peasant’s skill Stephan spoke in broken phrase Sentences flowed like a tainted maze
A public speaker the man was not Still, in front of many, he unraveled a plot The man spoke with flagrant passion But, it drifted off in latent fashion
The entirety a man stood casting doubt Blockading the meager man’s route Stephan carried on until all was lost His employment in fact the first major cost.