The first 61 pages of "A tale of two cities" a la poem, by Lovesick and Sick of It Subscribe to rss feed for Lovesick and Sick of It

Dickens opens his story with a 119-word long sentence,
But all he needed was  
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”
That’s all anyone remembers anyway....

So anyway he explains the poverty in France
And the robberies in London
And the guillotine in France
(Oh and by the way- its 1775)

So, onto chapter 2- The Mail
The poor Dover mail horsies cant pull the cart up the hill 
(OK nice to let us know Dickens, but way to take up two
pages of text
About the freakin’ horses)

So anyway, Jerry (The crazy guy) comes ridin’ up to the
Dover Mail Cart
To give Mr. Lorry a message 
“Recalled to Life,” he says
“Recalled to Life,” we’re destined to hear a billion
more times

Chapter Three- we’re with Jerry (Still a crazy guy who
talks to himself)
“Dig” and “Eighteen years”
Take up way too much space here
Someone’s been buried alive for eighteen years

Chapter 4- Jarvis Lorry’s in Dover
To see a girl named Lucie
And to tell her that her dad’s alive
And she has to bring him back to life (Look at how much
sense that makes!)

So in Chapter 5, I think we should really give Monsieur
Defarge a lot of credit
Because apparently his wine’s so good
People lap it up off the streets when it falls
Or maybe it’s just because they’re hungry (Who knows?)

And then there’s Gaspard (They say his name once and
we’re expected to remember it)
The jester who makes us think that if we mix mud and wine
together
And write with it on a wall
We get blood


Then, in the wine shop,
We find three Jacques,
Lorry, Lucie,
And a very strange coughing woman who knits and picks at her
teeth

After a short conference,
Defarge, Lucie, and Lorry
Start to climb stair after stair
Hoping to find One hundred And five, North Tower (And no,
it’s not an address)

They find One hundred And five, North Tower (Dickens sure
does like those six words...)
Behind a locked door, making shoes
Once a doctor, now a crazy (sorry- MENTALLY ILL) guy
Who, he learns, is a dad

Posted: 2006-01-24 23:18:31 UTC

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