Hello--My good son Wisp; Hello~
You are such a handsome fellow
And your manner is quite mellow
Watching Willow dressed in yellow:
As the musician plays the cello,
To its tunes, you both gently sway --
And crooners began to bellow
Hello--My good son Wisp~ Hello
You are such a lucky fellow
Smoothly prancing with her that way
Swing and sway with your young Willow
As emerald dreams your pillow, sprays
Genteel laughter teases your marrow
Promises made for the next day,
When true love shall have its own way
You are such a handsome fellow
Lift away sweet Willows sorrows…
A1-A2-b-a-b-a-A1, a-a-b-a-b-a-A2, a-b-A2-A1.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.