So I was thinking, what the hell,
it could be hard but I’ll have fun;
I might just write a villanelle.
At first the words spilled out pell-mell.
They reeled and cantered, deftly spun.
So I am thinking--what the hell?
when tides turn. It’s not going well.
Lines tangle as I come undone.
I might not write a villanelle.
I have to leave this for a spell.
The drudge-work has me on the run.
So I am thinking, what the hell;
but wait! The form begins to gel.
The knots unravel, one by one.
I might yet write a villanelle.
(Would it be showing off to tell
I snuck in at least one good pun?)
So I am thinking, what the hell,
here’s my not-quite-right villanelle!