Playful Sestina Poem by Laura Gail Sweeney

My poetry is not as fine as Sestina's
Hers consists of memorable terms
And is completely down to astounding delight
Whereas mine rests in coarse cliche' lines
Her poems are masked with ancestors
Pillars of suave society that play

No doubt, I can believe in Sestina's wise terms
She has shown that she understands delight
And her head is not up in the cold lines
Sestina is dedicated to her ancestors
Everyone knows her for her widespread play
No doubt, the heartfelt heavens will be hers

Thank goodness ones like you are a loving delight
That everyone's minds are not in the terms
Loners without affable ancestors
People like her for she incites play
Games become golden dreams to inflame your
Judgment of Sestina's musical words

You pulled her down from where she wrote the terms
Within white wings of angel's ancestors
But never did you hear my savant play
Timid treasures remarkably like yours
From now on, you must heed her wary words
They are two beings grounded in delight

Besides, everyone loves Sestina's ancestors
Whose pictures she immortalizes each day
Perhaps, she would like to celebrate yours
If not with art, then within astute terms
Like Sestina did with lyrical delight
Taking me on a trip with lovely lines

Don't forget that which said her ancestors
People should utilize poems to play
And that wordy treasures forever stray