Satanic Verse

A villanelle that I can spell
Will be a feather in my cap
For extra flair in spelling hell
If caps may be worn there as well
As I explore on Satan's map
A villanelle that I can spell,
And such a map just may foretell
Right when, where, and how to trap
That villanelle that I would spell.
Perhaps pure fountains of Purell
Will have me dream up, when I nap,
A villanelle that I could spell
Whenever trapped in spelling hell
Or wallowing in Satan's crap
Hoping like hell for more Purell
Which has the power to dispel
The smells that do not help me rap
A villanelle that I can spell
For extra flair in spelling hell.