I'd probably hate her for not being Victor Hugo. Lol.
Here's the Javert poem. It's not so good. (I wrote it during Bio)
There was a man called Javert
Who hunted Jean Valjean
Whenever he came near
Valjean was sure to run
He hunted him for many a year
With bitter determination
Valjean always lived in fear
Of the unavoidable confrontation
To the revolutionary barricade
Javert set out to spy
But Gavroche saw through his charade
And exposed him with a cry
“I’ll deal with him,” a loud voice said,
The voice of Jean Valjean
Javert thought he would be dead,
Tied tightly in his bonds
It is his right to kill me,
Javert grimly thought.
I’ve hunted this thief without mercy,
And now he has me caught.
Javert readied himself for demise,
For that final blow
But Valjean took him by surprise
Cut his bonds and let him go.
Javert ran from that place,
He left to sneak around
So he lurked, he laid in wait
Valjean must be found.
He again met Valjean
At a sewer’s exit
Carrying a wounded one
From down within that pit.
“24601, again we meet!”
Javert said as he came near
Catching him would be so sweet
After all these years.
“Please sir,” the tired convict said,
“Just let me bring him home,
He’s wounded and he’s almost dead.”
Javert agreed, but followed so he could not roam.
The weary old Valjean
Carried the wounded home, safe and sound
But when he turned, Javert was gone,
Nowhere to be found.
Javert ran away
To a swollen river
Thinking about what had passed that day
Made his stone heart quiver.
“I cannot live in a thief’s debt,”
The Inspector cried.
“He saved my life, and yet
I know that I should have died!”
And so Inspector Javert
Could not stand to his forgiver
His life he could no longer bare-
He gave it to the river.