Posted on Sunday, 23 December 2007

‘Twas nigh on to Michaelmas, when all through the town
All single young ladies were out buying a gown.
The shops were all busy in Meriton Squaure,
Racking up sales that were far more than fair.
The reason for the bustle, the culprit - a ball.
To be thrown by young Bingley, admired by all.
They say he was rich and single to boot.
His sister, unwedded, and an unrivaled beaut.
“Mr. Bennet!” cried the queen of the gossiping clan,
“This may be the one, he might just be the man!”
Surely one of her daughters would easily rise,
To dazzle, delight those rich bachelor’s eyes.
The night of the ball was noisy and gay.
All who planned to attend were hastening that day.
The carriages were called, the hair done just so.
Ev’n the weather behaved, without hint of snow.
So wrapped in their garb, dressed so very fine.
The five Bennet daughters all looked quite divine.
The ride was not long, only a few miles,
And soon they were greeted by their hosts’ hostile smiles.
But one was sincere, with a smitten love-look.
Bingley wasted no time, it was Jane’s arm he took.
Lizzy looked round the room with her curious eyes,
Relieved not to see the man she despised.
But it would likely be boring without Darcy there.
Mayhap she ought’t have said that last minute prayer.
At last her enemy came, as usual reserved.
He scarce met an eye, but it was her he observed,.
Weary of his looks, she slipped out to take air.
It was slightly unnerving, his all-knowing stare.
The weather was chill, the moon was full bright,
The true makings of a perfectly magical night.
Her thoughts began wondering this way and that,
While across the porch snuck a curious barn cat.
Glad for a companion, she wooed him to her side.
She stroked his back gently, aroused his cat pride.
A footfall behind her took her by surprise.
While turning quickly, she found deep hazel eyes.
Darcy, his eyes were gentle, not hard.
For some very odd reason, time seemed to retard.
They stared for moment, as if they were confined.
The mist of their breath skyward did climb.
Of a sudden, his gaze lifted off from her face.
He seemed to look heavenward, to some upward place.
What happened next was a shock to be sure.
Her gave her a kiss… and she wanted more!
“What on earth are you doing?!” she gasped out loud.
What was she doing? He’d been awful and proud!
With a look of equal confusion, he raised a brow.
“I don’t really know. It seemed right to do now.
I apologize, madam. Can’t tell why I did it.
Suppose I’m in love with your beauty and wit.”
With a blush spreading quickly across her fair cheek,
Mr. Darcy again felt his resolve grow weak.
At it again, not denied a second time.
Lizzy was surprised that she felt just fine.
Short and gentle a kiss, not like him at all.
Perhaps he was different ‘hind that social brick wall.
“We should really talk,” he grabbed for her hand.
The evening was turning out different from what she had planned.
While turning away to go for a serious stroll,
She spied some overhead greenery, a fresh mistletoe.

The End