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