Mini-challenge!

[10littlebullets.livejournal.com]

Ugh, guys. I need something to rinse off the slime of all the barricade poetry and cliché Montparnasse/Eponine that our fair fanfiction.net section has lately been subject to. So here, have a challenge that some of you might actually reply to:

Give me some Les Mis limericks. Nothing fancy; you can just put them in the comments if you'd like. Just, please, soothe my violent allergy to crappy poetry about barricade boys.

I'll start us off--I'm sure you lot can do better. XD

Jean Valjean, dit « le père Madeleine »,
délivré du piège de sa haine,
élevait son âme
mais n'avait pas de femme
car il était lui-même Maire Madeleine.

(Stylistic refinements, especially to the punch line, are welcome from anyone with a better ear for French than I have.)

Comments

[axmxz.livejournal.com]

*snicker*

[latin-cat.livejournal.com]

I don't know if this will find its way to you, owing to the problems you been having with email recently, but I have a question regarding the house in the Petite rue Sainte Anne; basically asking did they have cells on site? If so were they the usual lock-up in the cellar, if not where did they put prisoners that would be considered ‘special cases’ (in that it might be thought appropriate for investigation reasons to keep them apart from other criminals?). Only asking because its rather vital to the events of Chapter 6 of ‘Monkshood’.

[axmxz.livejournal.com]

I have a new email, actually, without problems. anzaig at gmail dot com.

I'm not sure about what sort of facilities they had. All that the sources tell is that it was small, squat and scary-looking. A sort of "house that eats people". Not unlike the Gorbeau hovel, I think. Anyway, no one's going to know better if you make it up. :)

[latin-cat.livejournal.com]

*notes down address*

I suppose. Still, there's no point in being wrong if it could easily be avoided :) I've never been that clear on the exact nature of the house; whether it was just an office, a domestic house or both.

[axmxz.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure it was a whole house. I imagined it as a squat three-story (I think it actually did have 3 stories) with a small but overgrown courtyard.

[latin-cat.livejournal.com]

Here goes nothing;

There was a young guard from Toulon
Who found one of his prisoners gone.
He'd scaled the wall,
Avoiding a fall -
What a future awaited Valjean.

>_

[prouvairesylvie.livejournal.com]

Heh-heh, I suppose I am guilty of crappy, slimy barricade poetry. Even my friends laughed at it! Feel free to throw heavy objects. But it is nice to see that there is a Les Miz fanfiction community that has been updated recently.

There once was a man named Valjean
Who stole bread and became a con
But through candlesticks, he gave up his tricks
And thus Jean Valjean's hate was gone

Ta-Da! This is so bad, it's not even funny!

[prouvairesylvie.livejournal.com]

Wait, I checked, this was posted on the 17, my barricade poetry was posted on the 18... could this mean my poetry might not actually be crappy? Gasps!