My last was a cheat - just something prepared earlier. But here's the real stuff, an early draft it's true, nevertheless. Hot from the presses!
The Villanelle from Hell
Before I wrote this villanelle
The bugger drooped and dropped and died.
He went before to burn in Hell
Pride comes before a fall. He fell.
The good Lord smote him in his pride
Before I wrote this villanelle.
In everlasting fires to dwell,
With dancing devils to abide,
He went before to burn in Hell.
Being left with nothing else to sell
He sold his soul. At least he tried,
Before I wrote this villanelle.
The moving finger moves to spell
Naught for your comfort is supplied.
He went before to burn in Hell
The Wrath of God was loosed pell-mell
And nowhere else was left to hide
Before I wrote this villanelle.
He left a charred and sooty smell.
It’s hot in here. It’s cold outside.
He went before to burn in Hell
Before I wrote this villanelle.
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