This is a villanelle I wrote in my English class. It started out innocent enough, but indeed it does have sexual undertones.
In green fields of grass, I let myself fall
I love the rain, it makes a muddy mess
Rolling in the dirt with my bouncing balls
In summertime, my closest friends will call
They will join me in the times that are best
Playing with my ever bouncing balls
My friends enjoy this so much they stall
So that the game goes on without rest
They want to have more fun with us all
My shiny balls are bouncing against the walls
My friends say that it passes the test
Can’t wait ‘til next time we have bouncing balls
We are caught up in this great, big thrall
Sampling the overwhelming fruitfulness
My bouncing balls certainly aren’t small
They’ll inspire jealousy in you all
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