Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words,

In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases.

With a slime letters weaved with saluva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza.

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

Drowned in a free flowing sonata, in a crystal clear rivers of no rhythm of rhythms.

And woke up, on the wrong side of the bed and forgot the tetra syllabic murder she draft.