O, Villanelle So Beautiful

O, villanelle so beautiful! How you rhyme so well with “little bell”; your words amount to nineteen lines, a prime that works every time. Your two refrains permit no thefts or crime, yet throughout your end-rhymes repeat and count. O, villanelle so beautiful,—how you rhyme! Rain or shine, in calm or tempestuous climes, your songs rise and fall by its own account to nineteen lines, a prime that works every time. Your grandioso tempos build and climb, then culminate in the ending's dismount. O, villanelle so beautiful,—how you rhyme! Your strict form is not for all paradigms; for everything's transacted with discount at nineteen lines, a prime that works every time. And when refrains together go sometimes, your chords take on a sound that's paramount: O, villanelle so beautiful,—how you rhyme with nineteen lines, a prime that works every time!