Posted on: 2010-05-23

A Darcy man should never have to deal
with vulgar people dancing on his feet.
This rustic place is proving an ordeal
for in this room I'm just a piece of meat.

The mothers eye me like I'm made of gold
and fathers treat me as a long-lost friend.
It's fruitless, for their daughters leave me cold.
They're lucky Bingley forced me to attend.

The only saving grace is over there:
that charming girl who's looking so dismayed.
And now she's getting up and off her chair.
I trust she didn't hear that jibe I made.

At Lucas Lodge I'll have another chance.
I only hope she's in the mood to dance.