I tried writing an ABAB rhyme scheme poem

There is a green box,

In which is a bottle...

Filled to the brim like a ballot box.

Little did she know Aristotle,

One day, she contracted pox!

Father exclaimed, a wattle!

She was tied in locks

There she could dawdle

Came to her rescue, Equinox!

He entered her- to coddle

She took a peek, A fox!

She could not throttle.

-mona chugani