Triolet
I am much too tired for anything but sex.
Don’t give me dainty words, don’t give me love.
I have no wish to dazzle or perplex.
I am much too tired for anything but sex.
In love you have to coax, you have to vex –
it’s much more restful if you gently shove.
I am much too tired for anything but sex.
Don’t give me dainty words, don’t give me love.
Share away:
This is how it can be. It is clever.
It’s certainly how it was then. Not what the triolet form was invented for, perhaps…