Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words,

In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases of

Slime letters, weaved with saliva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza.

Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka, in deep slumbered,

Drowned in a free flowing Sonata.

In a crystal clear river of no rhythms and rhymes

And woke up at the wrong side of the bed and

Forgot the tetrasyllabic murder she wrote.