A/N: Please note that this poem is not to be taken too seriously! It is a bit of a humoristic parody thingy. Please take it with a grain (or a cup) of salt! I know I probably screwed up some of the rhymes too.
One day in Les Mis land
An ugly girl passed by
Her hair full of sand
It'd make you say 'goodbye'
She went to see Marius
This brattish little girl
Her reasons were all various
Her brain swept in a swirl
Her skin was sickish pale
Her clothes were dirty
If she'd tell her tale
She'd seem thirty!
She had high hopes
Of her lover-to-be
She went off slopes
To him, to see.
That saddening crow
Exchanged a glance
Disappeared like snow
She had no chance
He loved a woman
Young and bright
White skin, no tan
He'd be with her tonight!
Eponine cursed and cried
"He will not love me!"
"My brain has lied!"
"…It is she!"
'Ponine remembered the dark
from a far away past
it was the lark!
She knew it fast!
How unfair life had been
The lark was rich but poor 'Ponine
She barely had meat round her spleen!
What now? That was left to be seen
She decided to try
And get 'im killed
Crushed like a fly
Smoothly filled!
She lead him there
On the fighting ground
But in despair,
There was a frightening sound!
It was poor 'Ponine, crawling on the floor
Searching for him, but to no success
Marius was off to see his lover once more!
The light in her eyes became less
He didn't care
She waited for him
But he left her there!
The lights went dim…
Then the boy she had nearly killed
Noticed her and made
Her wish fulfilled.
He put down his spade.
"Good God why are you resting?"
"'Ponine have you no fear?"
"Come on, get up, get fighting!"
"Why else would you be back here?"
He started pulling her from the dirt
Poor 'Ponine, she hugged him tight
Although she was hurt,
He was hers tonight!
He brushed her away
Like a dog it's flee
But she blocked his way
To make him see
He seemed confused,
The poor boy.
He was being used
Like a dolly bear toy!
She made him sit down
And take her in his arm
It caused him to frown
Because of the flies that swarm
He noticed the ketchup on her chest
He held her tight and said
"What is that on your breast?"
Eponine felt warm and glad.
She was quick to reply
"Don't you fret, I don't feel any pain!"
He frowned once more and felt a little shy
"Oh Monsieur Marius, now my life is no longer in vain!"
He shook his head in confusion
This girl was slightly disturbed,
That was his conclusion.
She had probably surfed
The internet for too long
And now her brain was melting
From a downloaded song.
The poor thing.
She leaned against him to rest
The crow smiled and he looked in surprise
She made him detest!
They had to rise!
"Come little girl, we need to go!"
He looked around
"The revolution has started, you know!"
he nearly dropped her to the ground.
She grabbed his shirt.
Marius looked down in agony,
On his shirt appeared the dirt!
"How can this be?"
She looked up in delight
"Oh yes monsieur Marius! You're mine
for tonight!"
"Now all is fine!"
She moaned and twitched
He felt her nails in his hand
And then she switched
For a new place to land
"Promise me one thing,"
she said with a smile on her face,
ketchup down a trace,
her body shivering.
He nodded his head and said "sure"
What will was met?
His mind was pure
And fixated on Cosette.
"Give me one final kiss"
His eyes went wide
"That is my final wish"
He would have to abide
"My forehead, nothing more"
He let out a relieved sigh
"It is all I have lived for!"
He supposed he could try.
She took his hand and guided it
Past the ketchup, to her coat
There was something that seemed to fit…
It wasn't a plane, a ship or boat,
No, it was a letter
from his dear!
If he had known better,
he would have made it clear!
The crow sent him one last glance
Then her body went still
She had taken her chance
It had been the rain to kill.
He reached forward and pressed
His lips against her head
He closed the coat to cover her breast.
He felt a little sad
For he hadn't been able
To open the letter at once
He ran to the table
And took a quick glance.
Poor Eponine, she was lying there
There was not a single tear
For her to spare
All was well, no more fear
Her body would stiff
But her spirit would roam
Without a sniff
Up into the dome.
