This is my ninth villanelle. I'm a little too obsessed with these, I think...


Summer Fling

In this heat, love don't mean a thing
I'm bored and want to have some fun
I want you for my summer fling

These hills with lover's voices ring
I'd shoot them if I had a gun!
In this heat, love don't mean a thing

There's room for two on that old swing
So scoot on over, honey bun
I want you for my summer fling

Now I'm a queen who has no king
But I don't really want someone;
In this heat love don't mean a thing

Let's see what thrills your lips can bring
Away from all this hellish sun
I want you for my summer fling

If you say "love" I'll SCREAM---not sing
So let's just play 'til we're both done;
In this heat, love don't mean a thing
I want you for my summer fling



Poetry by WildGoose
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Written on 2008-06-05 at 19:40

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Ducks
I do love a good villanelle
Flings are

Fabulous in every
Unbelievable fun and titlating way that
Never has to lead anywhere serious.

mwahahaha
don't know what that was for...
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2009-03-25


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2009-03-25


Kathy Lockhart
you write them so well. I enjoyed this very much. thanks x kathy
2008-06-06



Tee hee indeed Wildgoose! loved the playfulness of this, swings, roundabouts and flings poem. Puts me in the mood for one or two too!lol Thanks for making me smile, Tai
2008-06-05