Confused Poet Three
At Annapolis, Admiral Rictameter had tried to teach us the martial art kick known
as the Rondeau. When he became impatient, he tried to rondeau redouble the
lesson. That turned out to be a Sapphic Stanza disaster, as we were all listening
to a Neil Sedoka record. I was senryu about having spilt the baby Sestina, and
Sijo, our trained puppy, decided his tail rhymed with what was than-Bauk. I
thought the whole thing too triolet, and likely to cause tybuvim, and I did not want
to be the one who was considered the Villanelle.
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