Earlier
today, Ellen, with the best intentions, posted a link to a website selling
towels with an extraordinarily lame and unfunny set of Austenian verses for The
Twelve Days of Christmas:
And
Google quickly led me to another one….
…which,
while smarter, was still deficient in the sharp irony and witty edginess that was
Jane Austen’s trademark.
I
immediately recognized that this could and should be done much better with a
modicum of extra effort and ingenuity, and ten minutes later I’d concocted
one! I dare say that even the
expeditious Mr. Bingley could not have gotten in and out of….Netherfield… as
quickly as I was able to generate the following version of that famous
Christmas song.
Here it
is, then, the chorus of the song as I imagine Jane Austen would’ve written it (and
anyone else so inclined could surely your own fresh version with equally small
effort and great pleasure!):
CHORUS:
Twelve
ladies NOT dancing in Meryton,
Eleven
years Sucklings resident at Maple Grove,
Ten
guineas a day not too much for Mr. Repton,
Nine
women out of ten showing more affection than they feel,
Eight
years of pining away for Wentworth,
Seven
years insufficient for some people to get acquainted,
Six
weeks to ramble at Rosings,
Five
Thousand Mr. Smiths!
Four
unpicturesque cows,
Three
French puns from Mary,
Two Miss
Musgroves,
And a
Partridge to introduce Emma to Bath!
Ho,
ho, ho!
Cheers,
ARNIE
@JaneAustenCode
on Twitter
No comments:
Post a Comment