Ronda Rondelet

Ronda’s a town, but this rondelet rankles still: Ronda’s a town (a placename is a Proper Noun). Between Malaga and Seville, you’ll hear the very sparrows trill, Ronda’s a town. Ronda exists, But does ‘rondelet’ rhyme with ‘hay’? (Ronda exists: I’ve wandered in its morning mists!) Or does it, maybe, rhyme with ‘debt’? It makes a poem hard to set! Ronda exists. Ronda’s my home. Unlike phantom poetic forms, Ronda’s my home. Enough of frothy wordy foam! I’ll stick to things that I can touch. And I love Ronda very much. Ronda’s my home.