THIS IS: Mr. Cyrano de Bergerac

Dear All,

A poem! I hope everyone enjoys it.

Watch for patches of black ice!
Rosy

THIS IS: Mr. Cyrano de Bergerac!
Born to be with many knacks,
of which include his words and wit,
the English lit,
a vice to quit
and a tendency towards the most violent fits.

Ah Mr. de Bergerac,
What a pity it is to see you lack,
self esteem
and the smallest of respects
for those inferior to your intellect.

Now Mr. de Bergerac...
You really have a mouth that yaks
To your millions of fans
plus the one with the pan
And a certain girl
of whose name is Roxanne.

But then again, Mr. de Bergerac -
You feel you have no choice but to act
as someone else who has caught her eye.
So you dish out the lies
and swallow your "why"s
for a chance just to write: goodbye!

Poor, poor Mr. de Bergerac.
How ever did things get such out of wack?
For long it may be
Till she will see he
as anything but the mere thought of a "we".

Dear Mr. de Bergerac
You really know just how to hack
at every single opportunity!
You must come clean and step up to tee,
Pray stop, and see your lunacy!

Alas! Mr. de Bergerac...
We finally come to see the facts:
Number one, you cannot always win,
Number two, it's okay to confess all your sins,
Number three, women come in packages more than a dozen,
And never, ever fall in love with your cousin.