Here’s my handy dandy triolet, and if you can’t tell, I’m a little tired. Enjoy!
Tired as the evening goes
Yet called to write a poem
ds106, the point of the prose
Yet, tired as the evening goes!
The Daily Create, as you know
A place to share our minds, to show ’em
Yet– tired as the evening goes,
yet– called to write a poem!
Disclaimer: Yes,the poem was supposed to be in iambic pentameter. But I’m tired.