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A Triolet
By Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton)
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
Extra Info: The Bulletin, 13 January 1894.
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