I could not think of any personal examples of history repeating itself in my own life. But the thought of history made me think of Jane Austen and being a princess. What I know of courting and how prospective suitors were judged according to their wealth makes me want to choke. I am so glad I live in times when we are allowed to fall in love with who we want regardless of the fortune or lack of it. So with that as my inspiration, I am presenting you a slightly history inspired poem.
So you think you’re going to be my shining Mr Darcy
Even though you’re full of snide and can’t help being arsey
Do you think I really care about the size of your house?
When everyone that I know thinks you’re a conceited louse!
You can’t impress me with your designer clothes and riches
While you’re full of boastful pride and too big for your britches
I’m told you’re the perfect catch by my very own mother
But I’m not satisfied, I’d rather wait for another
I long for the kind of man who can light my inner flame
One who can take my wild streak and enchant me til I’m tame
A lover who’ll write me poems and wow me with his kiss
Arouse and intoxicate me, stir up erotic bliss
It will have to be a Prince Charming who’ll tempt this princess
The next time one will come along is anybody’s guess!