They've always said, "You'll do quite well,
I really now must say-"
If only I could write a villanelle.
The big word seemed to ring a bell,
And I acquiesce, for they -
They've always said, "You'll do quite well."
But suddenly my spirits fell,
For I couldn't, try though I may.
If only I could write a villanelle.
This anxiety I must quell,
I hate to disappoint this way...
They always said, "You'll do quite well."
My back is forced against the rail,
I must find something to say...
If only I could write a villanelle.
Suddenly the words came in a hail,
The outline clear as day-
They've always said, "You'll do quite well,"
And i wrote a freakin' villanelle! (sort of)
