Come on, people, pick it up now. More spontaneous. Less thought. This is Dada poetry, not your grandfather's poetry.
Out of the dark and mysterious void,
Came a thunderously loud humanoid.
"This will end in tears," he said,
So I turned around and went back to bed.
But into the bed came the humanoid,
With an evil look in 'is eye...
"Preparation H is awl I noyd"