Anyone want to write the poem that begins:
My name’s Valjean…
And ends with:
I steal the bred.
?
My name’s Valjean;
I know this nite
(though candlestix
are gleeming brite)
my sister’s childe
might soon be ded.
I cannot wait –
I steal the bred.
My name’s Javert I gard the law. You rob’d a house That’s wat I saw. Fiv years wer owed Until you fled Nineteen all told - You stole the bred!
He was my guessed At Bishop’s haus And early left (silent as maus) But slipped his mind on leaving quik; forgot the best – so take these stix!
My name’s Fantine The nite is cold To save my childe Myself I’ve sold All of ten francs Is wat they sed What can I do? – I shav my hed.
I am Valjean And none shall herm Yur yung Cosette: I keep her warm. So sleep, Fantine And she’ll be ther when yu awake. Here comes Javert!
Our nam, monsieur? Thenardier! For our gud dede What will you pay? 5000 francs – You get the gist – And dear Colette (:: elbows :: Cosette) Will not be mist
my dear cosette we now must Flee and hide within this nunnery when time does come breathe not a breth to make escape i fake my deth.
Marius is me
an with my frens
i drink and plan
revalooshuns
tho with cosette
i lyk to dance
i pick mai frens
vive la france