B: Xxxviii: Password Poem by Douglas Scotney

I wonder,
When spirit's almost gone,
Will I still be capable of reporting the irony
In a sixteen line poem of rhyme scheme
abba a baab b abba a,
Not one of the a's or b's a repeated word,
And of saying, 'That's no sign of spirit!
I started collecting rhymes
Right back at the start?

'Besides: Born French, Born Lucky,
Is certainly true with rhyme.'

I've started writing in French.
Now, to get my hands on
Baudelaire's rhyme book,
And stretch my average
To sixteen.