Treasure Island

Banjo Paterson

(1864-1941)

A Triolet


Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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