(and no, it doesn’t rhyme with “violets”*)

You want me to write a triolet?
OK, then, I’ll try.
Turns out it’s a fun game to play.
You want me to write a triolet?
Once I start, I might just do this all day.
Testing my wings, I find I can fly.
You want me to write a triolet?
OK, then, I’ll try.

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Now that I’ve written a triolet,
where do I go from here?
Diving into a virtual word bouquet
now that I’ve written a triolet.
So many themes I could portray—
maybe a love poem, dear.
Now that I’ve written a triolet,
where do I go from here?

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Well, then a love poem it shall be,
But for whom? Maybe for youm?
Avoiding clichés of moon or tree,
well, then a love poem it shall be.
Maybe toss in a hummingbird or bee
to make the little poem zoom.
Well, then a love poem it shall be,
But for whom? Maybe for youm?

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*In case you want to know…
The triolet (TREE-oh-lay) dates back to 13th century France
and is an eight-line poem with a lot of repetition and only
two rhymes used throughout. (And the plural really is
triolets, pronounced TREE-oh-lays.)

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(Thanks to Ellen Rowland for the prompt that plunged me into the triolet!)