Saint Joan

Joan's lovely brown hair floated on air, Her asset and crowning glory. Until one dark day ~ cloudy and grey, She took part in the Joan of Arc Story: Off came her hair; how could they dare? Gone was her glamour and glory... 'twas thrown in the Seine Floods of tears all in vain For poor little 'Annie Laurie' Frenchmen gazed in utter surprise, With fear and doubt in their eyes Gone was their hope of 'amoure'. Guilty of witchcraft Joan burned at the stake And was callously thrown in the lake. Hence the morbid historical Story. But In nineteen-twenty, canonized was she Regaining her Joan of Arc glory.