A Second Attempt at Ogden Nash Poetry

It really is very interesting to me:
this Nashian form of poetry.
While its subjects amuse me,
its meters confuse me.
I've never been able to rhyme without there following quite naturally a certain sense of rhythm.
(As I have expressed before, "...words have rhythm in them."
Because of this, I find it extremely difficult to write a poem without meter.
And doing so now, I feel like a cheater.
But Nash created, embraced and mastered the technique,
publishing this new style in the New Yorker each week.
How he did it I will probably never understand.
For when it comes to rhyming without rhythm I am completely and unquestionably outmanned.
I don't mention this to in any way disparage Mr. Nash.
He is one of only three poets for whose work I have actually paid out cash.
I quite enjoy his words and rhymes.
And read aloud those I find most appealing to my wife and friends at times.
I've even learned to read them well;
consciously pausing after each sentence to allow the gist to gel.
But in efforts to date, I have not been able to duplicate his work.
Despite my best intentions, I find myself in a perpetual poetic Dunkirk.
As evidence I offer the above alliteration.
And resign this, my second attempt at Ogden Nash poetry, to eventual obliteration.
Progress, though---it must be said---has certainly been made.
And despite the use of meter here, I deem my homage paid.