You bid me try, blue-eyes, to write
A Rondeau. What! - forthwith? - tonight?
Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; But thirteen lines! - and rimed on two! 'Refrain' as well. Ah, Hapless plight!
Still, there are five lines - ranged aright.
These Gallic bonds, I feared, would fright
My easy Muse. They did, till you - You bid me try!
That makes them eight. The port's in sight -
'Tis all because your eyes are bright!
Now just a pair to end in 'oo' - When maids command, what can't we do? Behold! - the rondeau, tasteful, light,
You bid me try!
This poem helps me write poems on the spot. During live TV shows on Revelation TV, I hear a phrase then email my poem, so it's read out and shared it with viewers worldwide. denismartindale co-dot-uk leads to my 2,400+ A to Z poemhunter poem titles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem helps me write poems on the spot. During live TV shows on Revelation TV, I hear a phrase then email my poem, so it's read out and shared it with viewers worldwide.