The Spike or Victoria College Review 1937
[untitled poem]
I wrote my love a triolet
That burned, as many do,
With ardour, but I now regret
I wrote my love a triolet.
To-day a lighted match I set
To all our billets-doux:
I wrote my love a triolet . . .
That burned, as many do.
—H.W.G.