Laces! All the frills.
Officers in red coats
Knocking at the door.
Hold steady my heart!
Do not drop to the floor.
Five pretty ladies,
I have to marry
A father’s job failed
Let me to tarry.
A handful of husbands is what I need
Unless a rich one we get,
Who spends his income
Easily, with no regrets!
For my youth is not completely gone
I can still enjoy years to come
But I deserve more than regular food
Like a French chef to impress the neighborhood!
For bearing five pretty ladies
Is no easy task.
I say, ask around,
I dare you, will you ask?
As long as none of them will vex me
With their frothy thoughts and state-of-flight,
Be it Mary with her sermons or Lizzy being feisty
Beware mamas, I shall succeed with all my might.
If all else should fail,
I still have Jane
For why would she be so beautiful
If nothing of it became?
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