Bloody Charles, I mean, dear brother!
For everyone else not a bother.
For myself not a jot of a thought,
He cares not where to be I ought.
Dragging us down
To this horrible town
I see no design nor grace,
I declare, this is a disgrace!
But play hostess to him I shall
Will I find good help, if any at all?
To run a place like Netherfield
No nonsense I must yield.
Everything perfect – that is how it has to be
For Darcy is coming with him to see
Not only the property, I hope
My qualities as a hostess his sight cannot elope.
No matter how hard I have to fight
Design, scheme, all my enemies smite
In the end, dear reader, all he must see…
Is that mistress of Pemberley I have to be!
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