I’ll have to give up writing villanelles

I’ll have to give up writing villanelles
My rhymes are strained so why not stop this game.
I’ll  write the  tales  of cats who went to hell

I thought if I wrote dozens in  a spell
I’d get  more skilful and  relax again
I’ll have to give up writing villanelles

My inner critic says we’re going to move to Hull
I don’t know if it’s Larkin   being  famed
I’ll  write the  tales  of cats who went to hell

I guess the housework made me feel unwell
I didn’t do it but I saw it, all the same.
I’ll have to give up writing villanelles

Maybe my ideas need to gell
And that’s not easy with a villanelle
I’ll  write the  tales  of cats who went to hell

I ought to write some words that I can sell.
Or letters to the  papers,  all insane
I’ll have to give up writing villanelles
I’ll  write  more  tales  of cats who went to hell!

Zest from Merriam Webster word of the day

zest Audio pronunciation
noun | ZEST
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Definition
:
a piece of the peel of a citrus fruit (such as an orange or lemon) used as flavoring
:
an enjoyably exciting quality : piquancy
:
keen enjoyment : relish, gusto
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Zest can spice up your life—fitting for a word that we learned from the world of cooking. We borrowed the term from a source that has given English speakers many culinary delights: French cuisine. The French used the form zest (nowadays they spell it zeste) to refer to orange or lemon peel used to flavor food or drinks. English speakers developed a taste for the fruit flavoring and adopted the term zest in the late 1600s. By the early 1700s, they had started using the word to refer to any quality that adds enjoyment to something in the same way that the zest of an orange or lemon adds flavor to food.
Examples of ZEST
Healthy and active as a senior citizen, Richard had azest for life, a desire to travel and see the world, and a perpetual interest in trying new things.
“Basically, chocolate powder gets sprinkled on top of your cappuccino. It may not seem like much, but the sugary bitterness from the chocolate adds zest to the beverage.”
— Jean Trinh, The Los Angeles Magazine, 24 June 2016
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A home for the Unknown

The “habit” of perfection   makes no sense
We may achieve perfection perhaps once.
It  hurts the doubtful minds of the intense.

Around our hearts we need to build a fence
To keep away such  spiritual cons
The “habit” of perfection   makes no sense

Even if we live as monks  or nuns
We   do not leave the world when robe we don
We hurt the painful minds of the intense

We may give away our gold and even pence
But find our narcissism’s  still  not gone
The “habit” of perfection   makes no sense

Work and  individual effort’s  part defence
We can    try to make  a  space for the Unknown
Otherwise we  harm the  stricken hearts of the intense

 

To claim   that we  live perfectlly  offends
And with it our salvation’s all but gone
The” habit” of perfection   makes no sense
It  hurts the doubtful minds of the intense