My father introduced me to a style of poetry that is six lines long and follows this pattern:

two lines of two syllables, rhyming; two lines of three syllables, rhyming; two lines of five syllables, rhyming

Here are three of my (better?) attempts:

Trawling

Crawling

Hands and knees

Stormy seas

In the dark I grope

Searching for new hope

 

 

Fast train

No pain

All aboard

Crowded horde

Harmony Express

No worry, no stress

 

 

Witty

Fitty

Handsome hunk

What a spunk!

Gorgeous and flirty

A little dirty

 

Unnamed

Ashamed

Feeling low

Help me bro

Not asking for much

Just some human touch