In 1888, on reading that the villanelle requires “an elaborate amount of care in production, which those who read only would hardly suspect existed,” British philologist W.W. Skeat tossed off this one:

It’s all a trick, quite easy when you know it,
As easy as reciting A B C,
You need not be an atom of a poet.

If you’ve a grain of wit, and want to show it,
Writing a villanelle — take this from me —
It’s all a trick, quite easy when you know it.

You start a pair of rimes, and then you “go it”
With rapid-running pen and fancy free;
You need not be an atom of a poet.

Take any thought, write round it and below it,
Above or near it, as it liketh thee;
It’s all a trick, quite easy when you know it.

Pursue your task, till, like a shrub, you grow it,
Up to the standard size it ought to be;
You need not be an atom of a poet.

Clear it of weeds, and water it, and hoe it,
Then watch it blossom with triumphant glee.
It’s all a trick, quite easy when you know it;
You need not be an atom of a poet.