Cyrano Poem by rahulbose



Cyrano, like the skipper, was brave and sure. But this story, was not about a 3 hour tour.
It is about a fearless man, with friends and foe galore. Who couldn’t get Roxanne, the girl
he’d fallen for. He could speak to women like a Casanova but still the girls would just
pass him over it was his nose that made him busted and left the females quite disgusted
he was a kind man, caring and giving but people still starred, glaring or quivering he was
known for his sword, but of course his nose too he was rarely insulted, unless by a fool or
maybe Christian, testing his cool but he'd come quick with his comebacks, till their egos
were blue he was challenged by hundreds, in sword fights but left his opponents shaking
with fright but he wanted nothing more, than to be with Roxanne but he could not have
her, she was taken by Christian he spoke for his buddy, to convey his love because
Christian was pretty, but dumb as a slug he acted as though he was helping his friend but
it was all part, of his master plan he would enlighten Roxanne, on his undying love while
hiding behind, Christian’s nice mug but his plan went arry, during a bloody fight when
Christian was killed, while in Roxanne’s sight cyrano couldn’t tell her, that it was him
who had written, so gracefully, all those beautiful things he would not make her suffer,
any more than she had fore he knew that it would make her, even more sad he kept his
great secret, for 15 more years all of the while, having no fears until he was hit, on the
back of the head he was knocked unconscious, and then he was dead but before cyrano
took his great dirt nap his vow of silence would finally snap he confessed to Roxanne all
of his lies and then he died, while by her side

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