djymm

O villain villanelle, stop taunting me - Your rhyme and meter goad me to a rage. You are a twisted maze of poetry. Though wise men may compose you easily, I wouldn't improvise upon the stage. O villain villanelle, stop taunting me - Good men, they cry and suffer silently. What sort of sadist first put you to page? You are a twisted maze of poetry. Wild men with piercings read aloud with glee - I serve them cappuccinos for my wage, O villain villanelle, stop taunting me - Grave men, tenebrous goths I often see Spout poetry to affect vamp or mage. You are a twisted maze of poetry. And you, my father, sitting down to tea, Curs