Who is this country chit,
With mud in her clothes and no wit
For who would walk three miles,
Just for a sister’s wiles?
What a ridiculous figure she makes
A joke with Louisa I happily partake
Maybe we can shock Darcy enough
That he shall huff and puff!
Then in a hurry we shall leave
This way things I can better weave
Maybe to Pemberley… with noble relatives and good wine
Our destiny I can finally intertwine.
Wait. What is happening?
Why is Darcy smiling?
An indecorous behavior the girl displays
He says absolutely nothing, to my dismay.
This is not possible. It cannot be.
He pays no attention to me!
This wild woman, keep ridiculing I might
But all I hear is… about her eyes being bright!
I’m shocked! I’m all astonishment!
I’m left deprived of any comment.
I know not what to do
Keep quiet or create more ado?
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