Remedial Counting

How do I need a poetry workshop?
A number of ways, the top I’ll convey.
Before launching my work, public foray,
as poet I should know my craft, fullstop.
Or else painful scenes with wicked wallop:
Like when sharing my poems with an, just say
“old friend,” he scanned, to my growing dismay,
without pausing, lickety-quick, clip clop,
lines of my blurts racing over the page
as if they were taut beats of horses hooves
instead of a soulhoe tilling home grooves.
His prowess ignited enduring rage
I’ve come here to quench, dry, thirsting, to learn
to spy for myself what adepts discern.