A Triolet Poem by A B Banjo Paterson
A Triolet
Rating: ★2.9
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.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: writers
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8/13/2026 8:43:12 AM # rel_20260811T123139Z_a98d49b
Well written triolet. It follows the classic Iambic tetrameter structure and a slightly humorous theme.