THE TRIOLET.
(In a Temper.)
A triolet’s scarcely the thing—
Unless you would carol in fetters!
If lark-like you freely would sing,
A Triolet’s scarcely the thing:
I miss the poetical ring,
I’m told that it has, by my betters!
A Triolet’s scarcely the thing—
Unless you would carol in fetters!