I will write a villanelle,
I am certain of it.
It will be a model verse
that other poets covet.
It shall be highly polished,
exemplary of rhyme
and delicate of meter
(I do this all the time).
Its subject will be novel,
its thesis unforeseen,
each line precise, with room to spare
for nothing in between.
Villanelles are simple –
to write one is a cinch.
My villanelle will be so bright
the sonnets might well flinch!
Ahem… excuse me… might you have
a muse that I could borrow?
‘Cause otherwise, I’ll say good night
and write this thing tomorrow.
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