Pop Villanelle
Nay Sir, Nay
Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.
Questions and answers, left barren, no care,
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.
Gentle hands and gentle tongues laced with glue,
Sickly words blossoming within my hair.
Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.
My innocence upon your gaze did flew,
You do not hear my blessing prayers, do you?
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.
Names kins and skin for thee to never view,
You and me will never make a loved pair.
Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.
You are not called to wait within a queue,
Step away now or you will be hit square.
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.
Arrogant charm in hope for me to screw,
But even stars know I won’t hold your heir-
Nay, to the lustful hand and voice of you.
I do believe you- sir- have no clue.
Adapted from “No” Meghan Trainor
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