No good deed...

(a villanelle)

The car is looking older now

It has another scrape down low.

You really shouldn’t ask me how

It got that ding upon its bow,

That battle-scar that makes me know

The car is looking older now.

Don’t say I drove it like a plow

Across the parking lot – Oh no,

You really shouldn’t!  Ask me how

I made a well-intentioned vow

To feed my sister’s cat.  And, so

The car is looking older now,

At least she will not have a cow

Because her cat’s lost in the snow.

You really shouldn’t ask me how

I got these deep lines in my brow.

Just say, what’s done is done.  For though

The car is looking older now

You really shouldn’t ask me how.