WHAT THE HELL VILLANELLE
I thought, oh what the hell
Since everything is but a dance
I’ll just write a villanelle
Though I may not ronde half so well
As the spinning peasants of old France
I thought, oh what the hell
Left footed stories I can tell
Though you may laugh I’ll take a chance
I’ll just write a villanelle
Though it may not cast young Dylan’s spell
around his father’s fierce-teared glance
I thought, oh what the hell
Though it may not a million copies sell
It may win your love perchance
I’ll just write a villanelle
It may not toll Gray’s churchyard knell
Others have failed in that romance
I thought, oh what the hell
I’ll just write a villanelle