Crazy Clare flew like a bird shedding shinny beads Villanelle

Swirled green kiwis are bountiful with black seeds
Hurricane Bill tossed my rickshaw in the air
Crazy Clare flew like a bird shedding shinny beads

She bounced off the ground sounding like flat reeds
The way her arms flailed about redefined the word flare
Swirled green kiwis are bountiful with black seeds

mashed and fermented they make a delicious mead
Wall Street warriors drink playing truth or dare
Crazy Clare flew like a bird shedding shinny beads

Chickens cluck as they lay eggs in a pain that misleads
a fragile soul imprisoned under a thin shell is laid bare
Swirled green kiwis are bountiful with black seeds

Riders race for a worshiped dollar on black steeds
a wind blows through a valley of smoke spicing hair
Crazy Clare flew like a bird shedding shinny beads

Wild Wendy Bill pulled an empty rickshaw through weeds
In search of a red winged harlot named Clare
Swirled green kiwis are bountiful with black seeds
Crazy Clare flew like a bird shedding shinny beads

Crazy Carla Blankovich submitted these two lines: "Swirled kiwis are bountiful in black seeds; Hurricane Bill tossed my rickshaw in the air;" and requested that I shape them into a Villanelle. You too can have a disaster piece such as this by going to the "2 Lines
" tab and filling in the boxes with your lines.