I felt since I had used only 88 words that I might try a longer line. Actually I think the short one is better but I am often wrong. I would be glad of Sphereans' opinions.
Sidney Carton and Horace Rumpole
I'm Sidney Carton, failure, drunkard, but
For frenchified good looks I've got it made.
A battered hat and bellying boozer's gut
Are part of Horace Rumpole's stock in trade.
The girl I love can never be my wife,
But just to touch her hand I'd gladly die.
I married Hilda who infests my life.
For forty years I've tried to fathom why.
My life has been evasion and pretence.
Heroic death can save it from disaster.
Butchery, bloodstains and blunt instruments!
This is the stuff that makes my heart beat faster.
At last I do a better thing by far,
A thing that sets my immortal soul on fire.
A pint of Pommeroys plonk, a small cigar
And a fresh brief are all that I desire.
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