Battle of the Mouth
The tongue , a curtain less theater For words less spontaneous Coupled with my erroneous voice. Teeth couched in seats at the balconies Laughed at utterances lacking Practices behind the screen. The tip could woe the hard palate As if they were engaged in hugging games often. Hence handicapped letters Got murdered as mimes. While shaping the words as a carpenter did With his polished tools, Breath trapped in lungs screamed violently " let us dance like a heavy rain as usual".