American Marsupial, Why Do You Grin?

[Not natcherly given to blog or form,
My screwups feared, but high is time
to buck up, give in to possum-fed norm,
count feet and join struggles for rhyme...]

Villanelle 1

Hum, don't sing; it's truly best,
words then won't be tangling your say.
Humble tunes will teach, caress.

Don't mar the air with lyric-fest,
like bone of fish with too much fillet.
Hum, don't sing; it's truly best.

Beagles and cats know how to request,
Masters jump, please at dumb bay.
Humble tunes will teach, caress.

Virgins weep from untouched breasts,
labored, details just get in their way.
Hum, don't sing; it's truly best:

All will rise, be more than mere chest,
Unencumbered, without cliche.
Humble tunes will teach, caress.

Politicos, preachers, those who'd impress,
shun your verbiage, eschew all fray!
Hum, don't sing; it's truly best.
Humble tunes will teach, caress.