Fifty Licks

A photo of two cute cows licking each others faces in my hotel room was the inspiration behind a Triolet poem that I wrote on holiday last week. For the unaccustomed, here is some information about the Triolet.

French form. Syllabic (in English parody, accentually syllabic). A poem consisting of a single Octave turning on two rhymes. It is built on two refrains: line one reappears as line four and again as line seven; line two reappears as line eight, completing the poem. The triolet rhymes ABaAaBaAB. Lines can be of any single length.

Triolet in the Hotel Salzano

I swipe my tongue with love across your face

For this how we bovines show our love

Now that our toffee faces interlace

I swipe my tongue with love across your face

Familiar and countrified your taste

You are the doe-eyed maiden I dream of

I swipe my tongue with love across your face

For this how we bovines show our love