Posted on Tuesday, 25 April 2000

Netherfield was in uproars.
Servants running everywhere.
Each assigned a mission,
A special meal to prepare.

Two gentlemen were upstairs,
Basking, all aglow.
Only each other knew their secrets,
but now their party must know.

Darcy stared in his mirror,
He shivered, unsteady.
It was not his appearance,
For he was more than ready.

His mind raced in circles,
His palms were damp.
He should be happy,
But he felt like a scamp!

'Miss Bingley will not like it,'
To himself, he thought.
'She will not rejoice,'
Not as she ought!'

How she came to this end,
he did not know,
But she assume herself his lady,
and he, her beau.

And that he would make her his mistress.
and he would be her mister.
Why, he would even take her,
to live with his sister!

Darcy well knew her feeling,
from him, she had not hid,
He never knew why,
she felt as she did.

He had not led her on.
He bordered on being rude.
No love from his treatment,
Could she possibly extrude.

Darcy broke from his reverie,
due to a knock.
Bingley stood in the doorway,
and pointed to the clock.

"My sisters are here,
they have arrived from town.
And the time has come,
for us to go down!"

"I think they will be pleased.
for Jane, they have always loved.
and the joy they will wish us,
will be as from above!"

'If thats what you think!'
thought Darcy in his brain.
'I will not spoil it and on
his happiness rain!'

"Bingley, you amaze me!
How you are always filled with cheer.
But ready I am,
So, let us leave here!"

They paused on the stairway,
a loud voice arose,
Bingley looked at his friend,
his next words he chose.

"Thats my sister, Darcy.
I hope you are prepared.
You know her feelings for you,
she, more that once has declared."

"She'll not take this kindly.
She will be upset.
She will stomp and yell,
and fuss and fret!"

Darcy looked at his friend,
It made sense what he said,
She will be angry,
and not think with a clear head.

And how he did dread,
the news he must say.
That his wonderful Lizzy,
had accepted him this day!

They descended the stairs,
Quietly, one by one,
The very last step,
And then they were done.

All the way down,
Darcy pondered in gloom,
What did await him,
When he entered the room.

He imagined the scene,
when the news made its mark,
And anger overtook him and,
To Bingley he did bark,

"She is a grown woman,
and act it, she will.
I will not tolerate,
any feelings ill!"

"I have made my decision,
this I can answer with pride,
no promise I ever made.
To make her my bride."

"I'm sorry," Bingley cried.
"No harm, I meant!
I was only trying to warn you,
Of her vehement!"

"Forgive me, my friend,
It should not have been you!"
Stupidly, I blasted out,
when there's nothing you can do!"

"I know what you said,
and what you said is true,
But Elizabeth comes here tonight,
And such behavior will not do."

Darcy reached for the door,
The handle, he did twist,
And whispered once more to Bingley,
"Now listen to this,"

"We'll go in now,
the news we will break
and we'll see what happens
in its wake!"

"It will either be joy,
or madness will cry.
Just be sure you duck,
When objects began to fly."