Villanelle (minimalist): One Drunken Night
I think
she'll pour
my drink.
I wink
at more,
I think,
than minx
who pours
my drink.
I sink
to floor,
and think
she stinks!
I roar,
"My drink,
you fink!"
I snore,
and think
I drink.
Peter Schaeffer
Possibly the repercussions of a night of drinkings can be seen in this poem too.
Morning
dam's broke,
head's a
waterfall.
Robert Creeley
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