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.
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…