Fancy a Little French!
Oops there goes another one.
Hear the whoosh and phut.
Hits the court.
A silent crowd stop and watch
Stilled by the sullen fall of the blade.
The crowd of peasants roar.
One more to go.
Let's even the scare.
Maybe the score.
Today alone twenty or more.
Let them feast.
Worry the wealth of the rich.
Watch power tumble.
As it's neck doth crumble
A revolutionary way to deal with affluent society.
A rickety cart pulled by stallion fine.
Arrogance led from said rickety cart.
Still holding their masks to their eyes.
Fine mask withheld by milady in waiting.
Exchanged for a rag.
To stick over the eyes of the affluent ****
Before she meets her maker.
Another gone.
Nibbled the dust of a thousand saws.
Crowd uproar.
In a sea of cheers.
A platform of fear.
A scaffold without much mess.
Another head tossed in the basket.
Poulets dans le panier!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
Fancy a Little French!
Oops there goes another one.
Hear the whoosh and phut.
Hits the court.
A silent crowd stop and watch
Stilled by the sullen fall of the blade.
The crowd of peasants roar.
One more to go.
Let's even the scare.
Maybe the score.
Today alone twenty or more.
Let them feast.
Worry the wealth of the rich.
Watch power tumble.
As it's neck doth crumble
A revolutionary way to deal with affluent society.
A rickety cart pulled by stallion fine.
Arrogance led from said rickety cart.
Still holding their masks to their eyes.
Fine mask withheld by milady in waiting.
Exchanged for a rag.
To stick over the eyes of the affluent ****
Before she meets her maker.
Another gone.
Nibbled the dust of a thousand saws.
Crowd uproar.
In a sea of cheers.
A platform of fear.
A scaffold without much mess.
Another head tossed in the basket.
Poulets dans le panier!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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