This is a new form I came up with and have been practicing. This poem is one of the practices. Each stanza consists of 4 fifteen syllable lines. The second and third syllables of the first and third lines rhyme with the sixth and seventh syllables of the second and fourth lines and the ending rhymes are a-a-b-b. Anyone want to give it a try?


Young Barney was a fella who would always chase the lasses
He had a line of blarney that could fool the lower classes.
He peddled lines of nonsense with the magic of Houdini
and virtue lost was settled over lunch and amartini.

He could have been a happy man with all his many blessings
And possibly he would have but he loved to keep girls guessing
As women gave him what he wanted, smitten by his charms
Not knowing that a demon playboy held them in his arms.

His youth began to slip away as Barney tried much harder
And, really, if the truth be told, he'd lost the way to barter.
His corny lines had lost their spark, his looks once called endearing
Gave way to age as Barney found his conquests disappearing.

The ending was predictable. Of course, you know it would be.
Too late for fences mending which is just the way it should be.
Have pity for the Barneys and the victims of their choosing
The truth may not be pretty but the fact is all are losing.