formula

one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four

one-two-three-four-five

that's the simple scheme from which

my poems are derived

add a dash of deprecation,

toss in hopeless love

don't forget alliteration:

deftly diving doves

may or may not rhyme with A,

but always rhymes with B

my frame exposed, my soul is bared

for everyone to see

now you too can be a poet

if you'd like to be

just make sure you don't end up

a tortured soul like me