The voices came in 1428
To teenage Joan, peasant girl from Lorraine
Pro-French saints' voices that reverberate
To this day. They could not find her insane
At various trials they probed her all in vain
The way she dressed, virginity tests, all
Passed with flying colours. She withstood pain
In battle time and again; did not fall
To arrow or even stone cannonball
Sadly for her, because of a dispute
Between Dukes of Burgundy and Orleans
Philip the Good was not so good at all
He sold her to the English, and her fate
Was being burned, her ashes in the Seine
Another poem about you you you again! Honestly ... ;)
ReplyDeleteLike the Bat and Rob title
ReplyDeleteWell, I just compared myself to Joan of Arc and thought, of the two of us, she gets the nod. It was close, though!!!!
ReplyDeleteYeah, you can imagine animations of the battles with biff bang pow type clouds appearing as the swords clash and the arrows fly!