thoughts of you
dear madame defarge
tricoteuse tragic knitting away
as the heads were displayed
the crowds cheered hooray
the streets ran like rivers of blood
the drums beat to the continual thud
people moved out because of the smell
an aristocrat's life became sheer hell
things had changed since the time of plenty
now their houses ransacked were all but empty
let them eat cake
she shouldn't have said
being a smart arse sadly
can cost you your head
Intense and well done Rall! The rhyme is wonderful! A time in history never forgotten for those who still had their heads about them.
ReplyDeleteA horrifying thought that any little bit of sarcasm could trip a tongue onto the guillotine.
ReplyDeleteOooh, very dark! And yet haven't so many tales ended that way in times bygone? Best to play dumb sometimes! :-)
ReplyDeleteClever humor, well written!!
ReplyDeleteSmiles. So well done. I especially love your closing lines!
ReplyDelete"being a smart arse / can cost you your head" - LOL!, yep. Back when "Cancel Culture" had the guillotine!
ReplyDeleteGoody for me, learned a word of French, a great word! Off with their heads (kidding.)
ReplyDeleteI like the shape of the poem, which looks like a tree to me.
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