Without a doubt, this is the most famous triolet ever written. It's rather a shame that it's so acidic.
This poem is by
Frances Cornford, Charles Darwin's granddaughter; don't confuse her with her husband
Francis Cornford, also a writer.
G.K. Chesterton replied for the woman, unfortunately not in triolet form:
Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much?
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves and such?
Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much?