Sound the trumpets
ring the bells
Lord save us
from villanelles
eye of toad
and wing of bat
don’t write about
your bloody cat
your latest grandchild
or your mum
just makes my lids droop
brain go numb.
Stir the pot,
concoct a stanza
belt it forth
like Mario Lanza
but remember:
no sestinas;
keep it simple
don’t demean us
with that high
falutin’ stuff.
Free verse rules
and that’s enough.
Ha! Irony rules! Very enjoyable.