CAN’T
I might end up in poet’s hell.
I can write sonnets and haikus,
But I can’t write this villanelle.
I used to think I could write well,
But now I don’t know what to do!
Hey! Maybe I’ll go to poet’s hell.
I can spin wonderful tales to tell,
Stories that would enrapture you.
But I can’t write a villanelle.
If we could work together, that’d be swell!
But you’re not a writer, so I’ll go without you,
Off on my own to poet’s hell.
Maybe if I drank a bottle of Propel,
Then I’d at least have the energy to.
But right now I’m too tired to write a villanelle.
If I could do it, it’d put you under a spell,
And just in time for Halloween, too!
So maybe I’m going to poet’s hell,
But I just can’t write this villanelle.
2 comments:
I'm not exactly sure what a villanelle is, but I love yours more than any other one I've ever read!
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