Cyrano

Oh Cyrano, dear Cyrano Monsieur, de Bergerac Your nose was big, yes really big Immense, “la tabernac” You stuck it in, a love affair And wrote, Roxanne some prose She fell for it, to the extent That then, she Christian chose All those years, you pined for her And wrote Christian, some more But in the end, it wasn’t him But the letters, she’d adore So you were left, without her love As if, it was to be And it’s your prose, which did you in How stupid, could you be Before Roxanne, realized you lied A log, did hit your head You sadly came, to your demise And your love, remained unsaid And so, the moral of your story Now, comes sadly to its close Remember to be careful Where you stick, your big fat nose BOEMS by JA 74