A re-imagining of our beloved Pimpernel's clever party bon mot.
Just having a little fun. No harm intended.
A Pimpernel's Poesy
By: Vanessa Sgroi
They seek him here
in the crowded streets of France.
They seek him there
along the pastoral paths of England.
Those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Land and sea, he still roams free.
Is he in Heaven?
Amongst the harp serenade?
Or is he in Hell?
Amongst the crackle of flame?
That demmed elusive Pimpernel.
Master of disguise.