Below is a poetic form called Golden Shovel. I’ve experimented with this form before and really like it.
The following is a poem I wrote for my mother. She loves the poem, Warning, more commonly referred to as When I’m an old woman, I shall wear purple.
The line I’m using is, you guessed it, When I’m an old woman, I shall wear purple.
~ after Jenny Joseph
I never imagined WHEN
my 40th birthday came, that I
would play drums on the dashboard; I AM
certain I thought AN
average, middle-aged woman was OLD
But I feel like a young WOMAN
at heart, and I
am convinced I SHALL
always dance in the kitchen doing dishes and WEAR
polka dots the color of PURPLE