Darcy Longbottom was a jokester
A clown, a manipulator and he loved cards.
He would play cards all day
From both sides of the deck, he was adept.
He’d tell you flat and to your face
That his name was where he came from
A valley long and steeped in family history
Where many a Longbottom had been made.
His brothers were like him
Sharp and always on the prowl
There was a mug born every minute they’d say
And it was up to them to take advantage.
And they did, tricking many from their savings
Saying one thing and meaning another
Promising to give but in reality, they took.
Darcy played his community
Made fools of the wealthy
And made the wealthy made his foolishness
A lifestyle he benefitted from.
Then he met the beautiful Lucy
A girl his mistook as another victim
But she saw through his guises
Cornered him when discovering
He was not a man of honesty
Though Darcy was surprised he was found out
He liked that it was Lucy who sat him aback.
Something he’d never known stirred inside of him
And Lucy was behind it all.
Darcy changed his ways, paid back on his sins
Embraced an ordinary life, paid his dues
Married the beautiful Lucy
Became a pillar of society.
Lucy kept his clownishness in a prominent place
Reminding Darcy of his past
Where once he was a clown and a trickster
Now a husband and family man and dealt straight up.