| Don’t hate the villain! |
| Hate the villanelle
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| With these picky rules and odd jigsaw rhymes
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| Curses! |
| These verses are my prison cell
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| At school I ran from the very first bell
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| The teacher’s ruler, those maddening chimes
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| Don’t hate the villain! |
| Hate the villanelle!
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| Joking in class. |
| Oh! |
| The words I misspell
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| Mumbles and stammers but are those real crimes?
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| Curses! |
| These verses are my prison cell
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| If someone could hear, for someone to tell
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| But friends have all fled to far away climes
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| Don’t hate the villain! |
| Hate the villanelle
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| I solve this puzzle but tumble through hell
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| These words are fractions when I needed primes
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| Curses! |
| These verses are my prison cell
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| My hands disappear as I wave farewell
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| This gentle quicksand turns into hard times
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| Don’t hate the villain! |
| Hate the villanelle
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| Curses! |
| These verses are my prison cell |