Okay folks, you can blame Sherlockian Girl for all this if you want to. . . she sent me a Muse last night, and it wouldn't let me sleep.
A/N Wave the Canon goodbye m'dears! This is all sourced from the '82 movie.
Falcon in the Rhyme
There once was a man from Par-ee
Whose name was quite easy to parody,
But he was so serious,
And oh yes!, quite imperious,
That I called him my Chau-chau-cherie.
- Marguerite St. Just, to Paul, July, 1789
When a man cannot tie his cravat,
'Tis plain he knows not where 'tis at.
When fashion is missing,
Your style I'll be dissing,
But don't you dare call me pussycat.
- Sir Percy Blakeney, to Citizen Chauvelin
Oh, a man can wear black and look chic,
So cut it with this rhetorique,
At my job, I'm handy,
And you're just a dandy,
So don't give me none of your cheek.
- Citoyen Chauvelin, to Sir Percy Blakeney
Revolution? I don't give a toss.
But I know some aristos aren't such a loss.
Now I'm really confused,
Because of my job and you,
Aren't you just the world's worst boss?
- Armand St. Just, from London, to Special Agent Chauvelin
"Dear John" - as the letters do say,
I am going to be married today.
You're a little too ripe,
And Percy's my type,
So please won't you just go away?
- Marguerite Blakeney, from St. Roch. Chapel
Mon Deiu! What is that smell?
Is it coming from your lapel?
It is too sickly sweet,
Like sugar dipped feet,
And resembles a red Pimpernel.
- Citoyen Chauvelin, random versification
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This may be updated if I get any more ideas, so stay tuned!