I wrote this to help me get my head around the complicated poetry form and ended up liking how weird it was so:

This is the first line.
This one rhymes with ‘bee’.
This one is fine.

I want you to be mine,
to be the one that I see.
This is the first line.

It doesn’t really work this time,
but I want to be free.
This one is fine.

I’ll meet you at nine,
you’ll be with me.
This is the first line.

Why don’t we dine
together and have tea?
This one is fine.

Maybe let’s get some wine
and just talk because she
Is the first line,
But this one is fine.