(I don't really hate pantoums, but once, when I wrote about the rules for repeating forms like pantoums and villanelles, one girl commented "I hate pantoums and villanelles. I guess I get bored easily." But this only provoked me to write a Pantoum using her words, just a little edited.)

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I hate pantoums and villanelles
because I'm very easily bored
when a poem goes on and on, and tells
the things that have been said before.

Because I'm very easily bored,
I get impatient for lots of stuff.
The things that have been said before
don't need repeating. Once is enough.

I get impatient, for lots of stuff
I get to hear throughout the day
don't need repeating. Once is enough
to understand what you have to say.

I get to hear throughout the day
the same old news again and again.
To understand what you have to say
should not be hard. Intelligent men

and women don't need those extra lines
when a poem goes on and on, and tells
what it's said before, too many times.
I hate pantoums – and villanelles!

Pantoum I - Non-Rhyming

I took my diamond to the pawn shop
but that didn't make it junk@
though I didn't get much money for it
just enough to buy a meal

what makes something junk
when you come right down to it
if it buys you a meal
and can satisfy a need

when you come right down to it
what value can we give
to satisfy a need
when we swallow down our pride

what value is there really
in any things we have
if they swallow up our pride
like useless diamonds pawned
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Pantoum II - Rhyming

I took my diamond to the pawn shop
but that didn't make it junk@
didn't get much for it
value, it seems, had shrunk

pawning doesn't make it junk
if it satisfies a need
even with its value shrunk
pawned diamonds make you free

Pantoum I  (Rhymes now; repeat lines unchanged)

I took my diamond to the pawn shop
that didn't make it junk@
I didn't get much money for it
that put me in a funk

that didn't make it junk
it wasn't just a shiny bangle
that put me in a funk
our lives were just too tangled

it wasn't just a shiny bangle
easily swapped or traded
our lives were just too tangled
our love became too jaded

easily swapped and traded
yet not so easily dropped
our love became too jaded
I took my diamond to the pawn shop

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Pantoum II (Now longer than two verses; repeat lines unchanged)

I took my diamond to the pawn shop
but that didn't make it junk@
didn't get much for it
value, it seems, had shrunk

but that didn't make it junk
unlike us, it had no flaws
value, it seems had shrunk
there ought to be a law

unlike us, it had no flaws
yet, like us it was a flop
there ought to be a law
this really had to stop

yet, like us it was a flop
all the pretense, all the sop
this really had to stop
I took my diamond to the pawn shop