Nefarious Northanger

Now I must give one smirk, and then we may be rational again.

Henry Tilney, Northanger Abbey

She goes now to the sleepless couch,
and treads a delicate step.
And then shall she look all around-
A heroine in a world of men.

There is but little that is learnt,
apart from to drink from ten to ten,
and never rever those alive
until we find them in the dead.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2022


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