Oh, Where Is Last Year's Snow?

by Alice Wright

A poem about our favorite French inspector written with what little knowledge I have of Beranger and Villion. Title blatantly taken from Villion.

This is in response to Amz's satire piece on poetry, the "folly of poet" section of "Oops, I Left Your Personality in My Other Pants". Several poets were mentioned which I have taken the liberty of looking up and am now trying to find a way to make fit with our favorite French inspector. If I succeed, feel free to tell me so. If I fail, also feel free to tell me so, but note that I am not primarily a poet. I therefore should not be expected to whip out something worthy of Longfellow at a moment's notice. Longfellow wasn't even expected to write Longfellow at a moment's notice.

I rest my case.

To start out, I'll do the bridge scene. I know it's been done to death, but bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Javert or Béranger or Villion

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The surging waters of the Seine rolled by

"Oh where is last year's snow?"

Engulfing all things in a grizzly sigh

Amidst the lamplight's glow.

Grey eyes gaze at a dismal fate

And he stares at the waters below

One that he feels has come too late

"Oh where is last year's snow?"

An honorable death

With the blade of a knife

Would have cut all ties

Would have ceased all strife.

Instead he stands

With his hat in his hands

Wondering what he'll never know:

"Oh where is last year's snow?"