Right. As Reed has utterly humiliated herself, and me, with the above stupid pun, I am taking over this post.
Reed, go and make the coffee.
What drove the first of us to try
This bitter, dark, and devilish drink?
To steal an hour as day slips by -
What drove the first of us to try?
And did he watch the midnight sky
For many nights, and sourly think:
‘What drove the first of us to try
This bitter, dark, and devilish drink?’
Any thoughts? See if you can spot the one line that took the longest to write and gave us the most heartburn.
Seen it? Yes, indeed. The third line. The rest of the triolet more or less turned up in one lump, after some initial dithering about whether rhyming ‘drink’ and ‘think’ wasn’t too cheesy for words. And then the third line just refused to materialise. Reed was reduced to writing all the rhymes for ‘sky’ she could think of down one side of the page and then drawing daisies, cats and expertly shaded cubes down the other. When the third line finally did show up, muttering about cuckoo clocks (made in Germany, I think you’ll find), we were underwhelmed. See what comes of trying French forms in bloody English? You wait and wait and the line never comes.
P.S. It has just been pointed out to me that the triolet is a very obscure little verse form and not everyone will get quite what a) I was trying to do and b) what the Editor is ranting on about. So here is an explanation for a). I can’t help you with b). – Reed 12th August 1:30 am. Indeed.