Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
A tisket, a tasket,
I’ve lost my little basket,
so sang my father,
though he never went further
and I never learned,
or even discerned,
what caused his great loss
and made him so cross.
Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 06.28.23
Prompt: Write a poem about a basket.
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