Can I be an addict to this form,
Not to drugs or drink but strands of words
The villanelle which enjoys many rhymes
How is it I give my little time
In making necklaces for singing birds
Can I be an addict to this form?
Well, writing many poems is no crime
Yet conversation’s better if it’s heard
A villanelle gives voice by its two rhymes
I shall wander round these capes and horns
Seeking solace ,nerves still over-jarred.
Can I be an addict to this form?
Dare I say I write merely to warn
That gambling is not good unless it’s spare
Like villanelles which have only half rhymes
My dearest love, I find my words unfair
When you never hear them nor refer
Shall I stay an addict to your form,
The man of humour,love and appetite.
How my heart sings 