One day I might write a villanelle.
I like the name the music and the song
But when that day shall come no one can tell.
Like à frog that sings upon a well
No one tells me melodies are wrong
One day I might write a villanelle.
Shut down all the phones and ring the bells.
The wasps are gathering for the human sting.
When that day shall come no one can tell.
How do we know if life is heaven or hell?
People used to laygh1 when men were hanged
One day someone wrote a villanelle.
I like my Poetry plane without a frillm
Can we make without creative dung?
When that day will come no one will tell
Everyone needs somewhere to belong.
Home is where they take you in and sing
One day soon I’ll write a villanelle
If you know my secrets don’t you tell m
How my heart sings 