Victoria has set the prompt at dverse pub poets today.
It is a Quatrian Refrain comprising eight lines:
two tercets and a couplet,
eight syllables per line or iambic tetrameter, your choice,
first line is a refrain, repeated as the last (some variation acceptable).
It was indeed a fated trip.
She wanted music endlessly.
It pays to listen properly.
The cruise was meant to mend her hip.
‘Over here’, I cried, self-satisfied,
and whooping loud, ‘A band on ship’.
She jumped, feet-first, straight in the sea.
I won’t forget that fated trip.