Whimsical Villanelle
In an attempt to mislead,I struggled to stifle a yawn,
and my nose started to bleed.
At night we all agreed,
the curtain will add on,
with long strings of beads.
To help a friend in need,
to court, I was drawn,
and I was forced to plead.
By a bull, he was treed,
to a clinic, he has gone,
some stitches he will need.
Scattering grass seed,
all over the lawn,
cause the garden has been weed.
His writing was hard to read,
but he was certain by dawn,
and following his creed,
He did a good deed.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
Written on 2025-09-19 at 05:34
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
