If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. I'm the triolet, bursting with pride; If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide All the spoons or I might get convulsive. If they told you I'm mad then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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I have no idea what a triolet is, but if I were a poetry form, that's what I'd be! Found at the
Hestia Chronicles.
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