Sestina - She walked in from the cold her name was Ann

Sestina
She walked in from the cold her name was Ann  I was a willing fish she was the bait  In her left hand she held a colander  I stared at it I must have seemed quite daft  I've never been a fan of entropy  My heart was bruised a middle-aged failure 
Ann's search for work had also met failure  I had a job to offer I told Ann  Nothing like work to zap our entropy  And douse all thought of ending up as bait  My mind was lucid peaceful hardly daft  I asked her why she had that colander 
She smiled and handed me the colander  She said it was to save us from failure  I was amused I said Ann that's quite daft  But her look seemed to say I'll be your Ann  And in an instant I swallowed the bait  And lunged for love to beat back entropy 
Who would not wish to conquer entropy  I looked at Ann I took her colander  Suppressing any thought of being bait Or of repeating any past failure  I gladly gave what love I had to Ann No one around me thought me dumb or daft
But now I see that I was well past daft  And halfway through the gate of entropy  I lost my last vestige of pride to Ann  I even came to own a colander  And when I later wrote of my failure  I told the world that I was willing bait 
And now it seems we all have become bait  And no one has a problem being daft There's solace everywhere to trump failure  And hardly any thought of entropy  And when I cook I use my colander  And hardly ever give a thought to Ann 
No longer bait nor prey to entropy  Nor seeking symbols in a colander  Failure is next of kin to entropy 
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