Let me repeat it o’er and o’er!—
I do not like the Villanelle,
This tinkle of a Muffin-bell!
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,