listen, lovely, one, two, three

I went through this phase of writing lyrics with rhymed triplets.  Some long-range effect of my nearly inexcusable "transformation" of Dante's Inferno? Of course these odd little products ain't terza rima, just straight up triplets, and every time I read one I it's a structure I find deeply unsettling.  The ghost limb, that chopped off last half of the second couplet that never was, hangs off the end of every verse.  Are your children addicted to symmetry?