RONDEAU

Rondeau, oh Rondeau, few in word
It's like using mics with bad cord;
Tell of the world in words too few
This is certainly something new
One syllable lands in discord

When did words grow dear to afford
The ghosts just made a new record
The breeze of world war Z just blew
Rondeau, oh Rondeau

When the poem cops don't concord
Good thing? They still provide a ford
Tweak and tie or loosen your screw
But off it all, my feathers grew
To describe  Rondeau in one word
Rondeau, oh Rondeau.

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