The Fan
The loves of a sports fan
This was an experiment with the villanelle form of poetry (I wonder if people get the point):
“Just let me finish with the game, honey.”
My wife just sat there, staring into space.
“Last time I checked, the score was 3 to 3,
And could you pass me my beer if you see
it by the lamp…with the bulb I will replace…
Just let me finish with the game, honey.
“That last goal was disallowed, but tell me
why he’s still on?” (She had started to pace.)
“Last time I checked the score was 3 to 3.
And I didn’t see the damn referee
until they passed to…what’s-his-face…
Just let me finish with the game, honey.”
I guess she must have heard. I knew that she
had to go out tonight (no time to waste)…
“Last time I checked, the score was…3 to 3.”
(Very stupid words to repeat, believe
me.) She left with her purse (and suitcase?)
“Just let me finish with the game, honey…
Last time I checked, the score was 3 to 3.”
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Comments (1)
So this is what villanelle looks like. 🧐 rhyme every other line? I think I get it. He gives her no attention, only his game, and she leaves? lol