A  violin would work if you could play

The villanelle won’t jell,I feel dismay.
I know they’re hell ,but they distill my thoughts
A triolet would work if I could play

I boiled the villanelle  to sell    today
I do believe I’m feeling underwrought
The villanelle won’t jell,I feel dismay

I planned to sell the whole lot on Ebay
But someone gave a hint I never caught
A triolet would work if I could play

I appreciate the values of wet hay
My teacher never mentioned  poems  caught short
The villanelle won’t sell,I can’t  display.

Some will plight  their  troth and others  pray
The teacher saw the writing  she’d not taught
A triolet would work if I could play

I wrote a poem with words I had not sought
Is it vice  to pay when we’ve not  bought?
The villanelle won’t jell,I  say,hurrah
A  violin would work if you could play