Kiss “MY” VET (Memory) Villanelle

Oh Camelot, thy Art a Knight of youth, upon a velvet dream.

Wry knot knock, spry Poet Tree - Bark naught To Bee, a spry limb again

Procrastination wrought, fraught wrinkles knead massive vanishing cream

Ambrosial mist bliss, honey dew lips, amidst pastel creamery

Reign rhymester drain elocution that reins within whip's drip drop rain

Procrastination wrought, fraught wrinkles knead massive vanishing cream

Does time, seed past fertile - present - awaits fruition future seams

Birth canal, snipped chord, beginning foretold by clairvoyance crane

Oh Camelot, thy Art a Knight of youth, upon a velvet dream.

Mirror, what am I, To Be, the frog, or toad participle beam

Mirror, why does your silver crack up, amid screams, aghast slip streams

Procrastination wrought, fraught wrinkles knead massive vanishing cream

Knock, Knock, Who is there? Yesterday. Can you come back tomorrow theme

Three Camelot K-Ings slain Knight's, still weave sorrow, long ago veins

Oh Camelot, thy Art a Knight of youth, upon a velvet dream.

Why am I looking back on prime - faded images recording esteem

Love found, lost then found, - to be walking alone down memory lane

Oh Camelot, thy Art a Knight of youth, upon a velvet dream.

Procrastination wrought, fraught wrinkles knead massive vanishing cream