While at work this week, acting in the capacity of "good pixie" for one of my team mates (i.e. bound to secretly do nice things for him throughout the day), I threw all the powers of my literary ability at him and wrote a little villanelle, which I thought would brighten his day when he discovered it on his keyboard. Alas, I fear it did not have the desired effect, and that not being a fan or formal poetry he didn't quite appreciate the effort, but I'm proud of it anyway so I thought I'd republish it here for your reading pleasure. I hope that it finds a loving audience somewhere in the Puppet Opera readership:
For those who don't know, the villanelle, is one of the most restrictive forms of formal poetry. You have to give me at least a little bit of credit for writing a tricky formal poem for some dude named Darren, about his tremendous skill at organizing a pile of process flows for an oil and gas client. And by the way, I did it secretly, while keeping up with my regular work. Here's for bringing the irrelevant and overly engineered into the every day.
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