Banjo Paterson

(17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941 / New South Wales)

A Triolet - Poem by Banjo Paterson

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.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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