O hai

Jane Austen lied to us
It may sound glib, but it's true
She made us believe in love and felicity
She made us believe in someone who
Delights in a voracious reader
Finds beauty in a dark lively eye
Under this misapphrension my

Labours have gone unnoticed
No-one has invited me to a ball
The handsome man, seems to ignore Jane's plan
And chooses the slag with no dowry at all.