50 WAYS TO WRITE POETRY

Limeric

I blame the hour and my downward plunge.

There was this young gal from Mass’chusetts
Her ma said “ Wait! and it will lose its
Appeal to young men who
Are fickle; they lay you,
Betray you, then say, “I’ve not screwed it.”

I just cannot visualize this form in the way you describe?

Well, here's a poetry type called an UNRHYMED SONNET (yeah, yeah, Ray, I know, that can only be an UNFINISHED sonnet).