Dickens, by Dickinson

I wrote this in about middle school. I wanted to try my hand at some half rhymes, which at the time I felt were perfectly awful. These rhymes here still are.

A book report by Emily D., 8^th grade.

It was the best and worst of times
In Paris where they lived.
Vincente Manet and Lucy M.
Can scarcely be believed.

Now, Ms. Defarge, that crafty dame,
Kept stitching day and night;
The names of people to be killed
Gave her sampler some weight.

The rabble rallied by Manet
Next stormed the prison down.
Each man escaped triumphantly;
The king was left alone.

Then Carton set the prisoners free,
And himself stayed in jail,
Until he knew the sharp finis
That’s all we need of hell.

This Tale’s verbose and hard to read;
It’s still considered classic.
But I’ve read far far better books
That are more realistic.

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Editor’s note: Scholars disagree on whether Miss Dickinson actually read A Tale Of Two Cities herself or not; this report seems to be based on hearsay.