Thursday, October 04, 2007

2 Triolets

Blue Triolet

Little Boy Blue, blow your horn.
Blow it till the cows come home.
They mess with wheat. They mess with corn.
Little Boy Blue, blow your horn.
They mess at night. They mess at dawn.
All day they roam, they roam, they roam.
Little Boy Blue, blow your horn--
blow it!--till the cows come home.


Hill Triolet

Every day we climbed the hill,
Jack said, sinking into my couch.
Till the day we took a spill,

every day we climbed the hill.

What are you doing? You're no Jill,

though I've wondered once or--ouch!

Every day we climbed the hill,

Jack said, sinking into the couch.

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