We've not said much about the villanelle
(as rigorous as the sonnet but more hard),
but, I suppose, that that is just as well.
We've many things to our good friends to tell,
we've stories to print out by foot and yard;
we've not said much about the villanelle.
When profiteering idiots make us yell
there are no limits, and no holds are barred,
but, I suppose, that that is just as well.
The truth is that, regular as a church bell,
we feel the anguish when some hope is marred;
we've not said much about the villanelle.
We're angered by the lies and the hard sell,
to those who want no more than good regard,
but, I suppose, that that is just as well.
And when we've driven forth the evil smell
it's time, we think, lay down our firm guard.
We've not said much about the villanelle
but, I suppose, that that is just as well.
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
03 February 2007
Scorn not the sonnet
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