Five lines
One couplet and one triple
Rhyme type
A
A
B
B
A.
There once was a man named blice
Around his house he found mice
So when he felt bold
He threw them out in the cold
So now he is incased in ice
There once was a man named jay
Who ate and didn’t pay
For his crime
He has to do the time
Sitting there wasting away
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