I wisdom dwell with prudence,
and find out knowledge of witty inventions.

Proverbs 8:12 [KJV]

Dear Prudence—won’t you come out to play ?
You know this world is killing you . . .
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

I’m going to love you each and everyday;
Eight days a week I love you;
Dear Prudence—won’t you come out to play ?

Well love is love, and not fade away.
Need your love babe, guess you know it’s true;
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

Everybody’s got the dues in life to pay:
A combination of judgments made by you.
Dear Prudence—won’t you come out to play ?

And my friends have lost their way . . .
Nothing to do—it’s up to you;
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day:
(A deep dejection all the way through…)
Dear Prudence—won’t you come out to play ?
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

PROMPT #11

write a Villanelle that incorporates song lyrics –
ideally, incorporating them as opposing phrases or refrains.