Do not go gentle into that good villanelle!  It is a particularly demanding style of formal poetry.  Interested readers are directed to: http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/villanelle.html   

 

  

Plain Vanillanella

 

Neil Harding McAlister

 

 

 

A cry ascends from beach to seaside villa --

O wretched ice cream stand, so soon sold out! –-

“The only thing that’s left is plain vanilla!”

 

Why can’t he keep in stock, that big gorilla,

The flavors that we cannot live without?

A cry ascends from beach to seaside villa.

 

He cares for what we want not one scintilla,

And now we’re faced with this, a dreadful drought.

The only thing that’s left is plain vanilla.

 

Must we decamp to far-away Manila

To find the flavors we are mad about?

A cry ascends from beach to seaside villa.

 

Alas and woe, ‘tis true, my dear Priscilla,

It matters not how you may cry and pout.

The only thing that’s left is plain vanilla.

 

The children rage as angry as Godzilla,

Perseverating as they whine and shout.

A cry ascends from beach to seaside villa,

“The only thing that’s left is plain vanilla!”

 

 Port Perry, Ontario, Canada

© 2004

neilmac@durham.net