Cue Triolets

I didn't want to write this thing,

have never written one before.

How do you make it dance and sing?

I didn't want to write this thing,

but it insists. Please, let me wring

its neck. Oh well! You say try more?

I didn't want to write this thing;

have never written one before.

I think I'll write a series now.

You're sure you want some more like this?

O.K. You’ll need to tell me how,

I think. I'll write a few more now

if I can find my wits, then bow

to those who do it well - and hiss!

I think I'll write a series now.

You're sure you want some more like this?

I've just dreamed up another one.

Oh look! You see how good I've got

(and kid on I'm no dimwit Hun).

I've just dreamed up another one

(but will they fall for such a ton

of shite? No way, the poem's rot).

I've just dreamed up another one.

Oh look! You see how good I've got.

Right now, I'm getting very bored

and tap this pencil on my chin.

This rhyme-scheme hasn't struck a chord

right now. I'm getting very bored.

This bloody metre’s got me bloody floored

and all I want's a bloody gin.

Righ' now, 'm gerrin' ver-he bored

n' chap thish penshul on m' shin.

So who dragged up this stupid form?

Its ends keep going round and round

and buzz like bees about to swarm.

So who dragged up this stupid form?

My God! It causes such a storm

a bard could wish it lost, not found.

So who dragged up this stupid form?

Its ends keep going round and round.

 

I’m pooped. I've had enough of these;

am quickly running out of steam

and sick of swatting all those bees.

I’m pooped. I've had enough of these

unsubtle lines; I’m on my knees.

So - lemme out! I wanna scream!

I’m pooped. I've had enough of these,

am quickly running out of steam.

That's it! I've done my time. I'm through,

and won't be writing triolets;

I’ll turn my back on those who do.

That's it! I've done my time. I'm through,

I'm off; am driving down to Kew.

You'll find me eyeing violets.

That's it! I've done my time. I'm through

and won't be writing triolets.