Entailed, I said, is the Bennets' abode.

Once the master's dead, as said in the code,

Not one Bennet daughter will inherit

The house. Instead, a man with no merit,

Mr. Collins, he's called, will undertake

Mr. Bennet's position in his wake.

A greater change there couldn't have been,

For comparing the two would be a sin.

Both gentlemen present at Bingley's ball,

Their different dispositions clear to all.

Mr. Collins is the next on my list,

And he is one who surely can't be missed.

Collins is a very religious man.

Recite the Bible, I assure, he can,

He knows its every prayer, psalm, and line.

Searching for a wife, with whom he can dine

Is what brought this principled Collins here.

Now ten yards from me, he is much too near.

Lady Catherine de Bourgh, his patroness,

Told him to find a girl to clean his mess,

For he was as big a slob as could be.

He did so, for she was wise, he could see.

Of his patroness he can say no bad

She gave him everything. All that he had

Was due to her. His house and home, he said,

Were planned by her from every chair to each bed.

If our conversation may ever lull

He will fill it in, he's never dull.

He could talk for hours about Rosings Park,

That is where Lady Catherine sleeps when dark.

He talks of its numerous stair cases,

And will always mention the fire places.

He is very courteous all the time,

He can thank and praise us on a dime.

His compliments are written in advance

And he'll tell you them at any chance.

Mr. Bennet, by many called callous,

Is not always aware of his malice.

Although he doesn't realize his cruelness,

His wife's poor nerves hear it without dismiss.

Please don't think that I mean to say, of course,

That Mr. Bennet would strike her with force.

He is a gentle man, who loves his books,

Who, unfortunately, married for looks.

He lives in a small house with six females.

This, I assume, turned him toward tales.

No man, not even the best, could survive

Without distraction. Lucky to be alive,

He truly thanks God for Elizabeth,

For she's the only one he can speak with.

A/N: If you were wondering about the format, it is all in the style of Chaucer. Ten syllable lines, and every two lines rhyming. Rhyming about Pride and Prejudice was actually a lot harder than you would think!

To conclude this short little series are Elizabeth, Darcy, and our ever benevolent host Bingley. Please give me some feedback. I know these are short, but anything you have to say would be great!