"Sample Kyrielle"

I need to demonstrate a skill.

None of my poems fit the bill.

I’ll write a new one. What the hell.

I need another kyrielle.



I must not mention politics

Or religion. I’m in a fix.

A sonnet – that’s all very well.

I need another kyrielle



I can’t go on about my weight,

Be negative, or full of hate.

Won’t settle for a villanelle.

I need another kyrielle.



I mustn’t moan about the shrinks,

Or point out that the "system" stinks.

The truth remains, but I won’t tell.

Just need another kyrielle.



Won’t criticise my CPN.

Oh dear, I must put down my pen.

Must write a new one. What the hell.

I need another kyrielle.