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Author's Note: Just some tercets (three stanzas that all rhyme) about the story of our favorite bohemians. Wrote this kind of quick, and some of the rhymes are kind of bad, as I'm not the best rhymer.
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RENT: Tercets
They didn't know how they could pay their rent
Benny was about to wipe out a city of tents
But fortunately, out on the street, Mark and Roger were not sent
On her drums, Angel played some tunes
And then cleaned up Collins's wounds
She had a Life Support meeting to go to soon
Mimi knocked on Roger's door
Asked him to light her candle and maybe more
But she dropped her stash on the floor
Maureen had dumped Mark for Joanne
So now, of Joanne, Mark wasn't a fan
Until he knew, tango, they both can
Mimi came by again that night
Asked Roger to take her out tonight
But instead, he put up a fight
"Another day", Roger screamed
"No day but today!" said Meems
He was going to tell her, or so it seemed
Maureen's protest wasn't half bad
She sang of a dream she never had
Of a place called Cyberland that really wasn't so rad
Now onto the Life Café
For a tea, Mark usually can't pay
But they could on the night before Christmas Day
Angel killed Benny's puppy
But Benny was very much a yuppie
Who married a girl they all called "Muffy"
Mark sang the most
And to "La Vie Boheme" he made a toast
None of them could probably afford a roast
Eventually Angel passed on
And now over Collins, she could not fawn
In her life, she had done no wrong
Roger left for Santa Fe
To search for the song that may
Bring him one blaze of glory someday
Mark hated working for Buzzline
And sometimes he did whine
He missed Roger, you could bet on a dime
Roger came back, and he realized why
He could not let Mimi die
He sang her his song about her eyes
She said Angel told her to come back
And they all knew that was a fact
Let's hope she doesn't go back to smack
Yes, there are 525,600 minutes in a year
They had to yell for the waiters to bring them wine and beer
And they've all shed many a tear
The End