I Hate Rondeaus Poem by Wakefield Mahon

I hate rondeaus, they're just too hard
My thinker hurts, my brain is scarred
To say my piece in fifteen lines
In octosyllabic confines
It seems to me is just bizarre

Try to keep straight A, B and R
In such an order, oh my stars!
It seems I'm sure to force a rhyme
I hate rondeaus!

I'll even bet you will not pard
You'll tell me card rhymes not with cars
That wiser bard could write sublime
Then may I say just one more time
I hate rondeaus!