Quadrille #157- What’s your type?- Purloined Perfection

Whatever type of poem you choose, make it exactly 44 words, and slip some form of the word type in there. 

Elmer found a lady,
Above all trendy hype.
SO Purty!
…just his type

She never took to gossip
Cooked his favorite, tripe.
Loved a-huntin’
…just his type

Wouldn’t say he loved her.
Man, he always griped!
She vanished all a-sudden.
Figured she got swiped.