I do not recall the year
Yet the memory is clear
Of the time when the crow
Was brought into the show.
His mother was a feline
His father was a canine
Born as the worst in town
Everyone on him looked down.
He fled from that city
Looking back, what a pity!
He was found by a rat
And that was the end of that.
The crow traveled around
To every place and he found
The place to be was Persia
So he set forth from Russia.
Since the sultana desired
The crow was hired
To create blood rain...
The Queen was insane!
So away he fled to Paris
And settled down for some tea
Alas! It was not that way
For along came little Daae.
He loved her; he loved her!
Why couldn't she be his?
He burned with flaming fury
All because of that boy.
That boy ruined everything!
Why couldn't he stay away?
Christine was his wife now -
That boy should just give up!
She did not love him
Her eyes became dim
He could not torture her so
With much pain he let her go.
His opera was finished
His life soon diminished
But still we remember the crow
Who, through life, became a man.
AN: I'm... not really sure where this came from. The lines in this poem DO rhyme, except for the seventh and eighth verses. Just in case you didn't realize that.
Writing this piece made me acknowledge my inner poet. I'm very good with this rhyming thing, you know. I'm a poet and I didn't even realize it! I can make a rhyme every so often!
Oh, and that part about "Paris", it is pronounced "Par-ee". That makes it rhyme with "tea", see?
Credits to the following:
"I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!"
"I can make a rhyme anytime!"
My terrible sense of humor. I'm horrible at this thing called "funny".