krazy kat’s lament

Now how to figger what makes a feller tick?

They’re hot and they’re cold and they’re nothin’ at all.

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)

 

A body can stand herself pretty and slick

But he’ll hem and he’ll haw and harrumph an’ stall

Now how to figger what makes a feller tick?

 

Don’ matter if you yammer, yawp, whine or kick;

He ain’t moved by how much you wail or bawl

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)

 

Wish I had a gris-gris or some other trick

So’s I could hold a certain someone in thrall;

Now how to figger what makes a feller’ tick?

 

Sof’ words and June moons—why, they ain’t worth a lick

If your life is just one big free-for-all

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)

 

Your poor hawt cries a river an’ beats real quick

When love takes you down like a cannonball.

Now how to figger what makes a feller’ tick?

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)

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15 thoughts on “krazy kat’s lament

  1. I only realized this is a villanelle when I got to stanza 3, and thought: Heyyyy… what’s Kortas up to here? Kudos for writing the form in the vernacular, and really creating the character of your speaker.
    PS. If she ever figgers it out, please send her on over to me.

  2. damn, how am i supposed to hate form when you make it do things like this? Wickedly clever cross-hatching.
    To further complicate the matter, i’l crib a little shakespeare: hath no man’s krazy villanelle here, a cannonball for me.

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