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Thanks to all our resident poets:
Emma Woodhouse was clever and rich,
Making matches was not her best niche.
She was horrified to find
Harriet made up her mind
Mr. Knightley was hers – back off witch!
Miss Woodhouse's outlook was snubby,
Her Dixon conjecture was grubby,
But this was all fuelling
Reflections most gruelling,
And now she deserves a nice hubby.
What Miss Woodhouse so firmly had said
Was her wish not to want to be wed
But along came Knightley
Who proposed so rightly
And reversed her fool notion instead
She deemed herself qualified to matchmake
She convinced young Harriet to partake
of her choice of men,
failed once, then again
So successful at making a mistake
Queenbee of Highbury has got Mr. Knightley
Without attempts at matchmaking, thankfully
She thought she had lost him
Had a future so grim
Till he proposed and she said yes so gladly
Additional entry not for votes :)
Emma’s conduct was sometimes unsightly
Though her conscience told her to do rightly.
See the people she hurt
Being rude and a flirt
At Box Hill – But still loved by her Knightley.