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Villain-elle

Here’s what the poem looks like in unillustrated (stanzaic – is that a word?) form:

Villain-elle

He twirled his ‘stache when he thought no one could see
and kept away from rope and railroad track,
for a cartoon villain was not what he would be–

what he sought was originality.
Wearing a hat that was not quite white, nor black,
he twirled his ‘stache when he thought no one could see.

Until the day he met that Miss Bonnee
whose single smile made all his knees go slack.
Though a cartoon villain was not what he would be,

she steered him to a classic robbery,
a bank heist with a gun, a car out back.
He twirled his ‘stache when he thought no one could see,

but see they could, if only digitally.
She whispered, as she relieved him of the sack,
that a cartoon villain was not what he would be.

‘My hero’, she sighed, and other fiddle-dee.
Then his bent head received a good hard whack.
She twirled her stash when she thought no one could see.
A cartoon villain was not what she would be.

(@ Karin Gustafson, 2009)

If you are interested in more Villanellia, check out prior posts re how to write them.

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