Today’s villanelle, inspired by the sandwich villanelle cartoon above. Of course, even when I set out to write funny, it never quite turns out that way. Must be something in my nature that I have to find the tragedy in all that I do. It’s a curse. Heh.
Grocery Aisle Villanelle / After the Divorce*
Only three things I need to buy. Aisles and aisles of things I could choose So many options I just might cry. *
Just the makings for a martini dry — olives and vermouth and a glass for booze. Only three things I need to buy. *
Black, brown, oiled or cured with lye — I just need something to infuse. So many options I just might cry. *
Twelve kinds of vermouth that I must try. Even the labels are enough to confuse. Only three things I need to buy. *
Glass or plastic, upright or slanted and sly… who cares the shape as long as it’s used? So many options I just might cry. *
Forget the fancy drink, why bother to lie? A couple of shots and I’ll take a snooze. Only three things I cannot buy. So few options I just might cry.
Firing your neurons (or not), one rhyme at a time, s.
“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.” ~Paul Valery