I've been sestina'd (Not a sexual reference)

From RLB:

Today's prompt is to write a sestina. (If you need a subject, you can write about catastrophe or loss or hope . . .)

For anyone who has followed this blog for a while, you know that the sestina, for me, is both the elusive mythical poem I have forever been trying to write, as well as an impossible hurdle for me to leap over into the world of poetry. Yes, I am afraid that I have always given myself a discount on the title of poet because of my inability to write a decent sestina.

That in mind, I will not be writing a sestina. I just tried and it was horrid. No, I think the only way I am going to write a sestina is to simply let one come to me naturally. Hence this poem:


A Poet Like Me

There once was a man from Manilla
Who was there to fight in the thrilla.
His name was Ali
and he stung like a bee
But never, ever, wrote a sestina.