I hate Mr Collins.
He's slimy and thin.
His body is greasiness, skelet and skin.
His simpering manner
Is ugly to see
And, glorious luck,
He just had to wed me.
.
"My darling Miss Ritchardson
May I present
My wife, Charlotte Collins,
A gift Heaven-sent,
And approved by the shrewd
Lady Catherine de Bourgh,
Who suggested we marry:
Oh, what wise words they were!"
.
I cannot abide by
His 'Lady de Bourgh'.
I hate her advice
And I deeply hate her.
So au revoir Mother, Papa and the house.
I've bought up a farm
And I'm moving to Laos.
.
A/N: I hope I've spelt everything right. This was just on a whim, really: I'm not properly a part of the fandom. Tell me if it works or not. (Thanks to the Guest reviewer, who showed me it wasn't 'Burgh' but 'Bourgh', and sorry about her title, but putting it in properly each time would decimate the scansion.)
Alibi
PS. Apparently 'Laos' is pronounced like 'Louse', and so rhymes with 'house'.
