Insupportable Toothbrushes
The dream went to sleep,
Slumbering in haiku form
Five, seven, five, zzzzzzzz
When I go to sleep
My syllable counting ends
Or does it, my friend?
Feather-stuffed pillows
Are best to smother a spouse
Or so I have heard
Toothbrushes--aha!
They're not for Othello's kind
Sweaty-toothed madman!
Contributors: | anshul, dok, Kansas Sam, Karin, N, F, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 8th September 2003. |