To be a jerk, it must be so.
I write with meter, and tempo.
Assuredly so, all will say,
this poem certainly, a mistake,
because of rhyme and stanza too,
with scheme atop proverbial cake.
The form I chose, undeterred,
“free form” as it’s oft referred,
means you shouldn’t mind at all;
Stanza 4 – A, A ,B, C.