I speak 
With my spouse
About the
Oven
We lose
Sense
Of time
Becoming tense

Whereupon
A coven
Of ribs
Put in
Seek
Some
New generation
For reproduction

Not to be 
Ribald
But the
First 
Tickled rib
Became the true
Prima Donna
The timer beeped

I
A pescatarian
Was shy
But somewhat
Glib
My spouse
Doesn't
Seek a sparerib

We miss you
Readers 
Hope you come
Back
Give us 
A reason
To take up
The slack

A saint
Thinks back
Of barbarian
Taint

What’s sustainable
Ain't
Life
It‘s transmutation

That’s the revolution
Which lacks
Perfusion
Freedom from time

Where 
All critters
Climb
Out of, into

And into, out of
The
Slime called 
Time

Don't open
The door
Nor window
Uncover
The bird
Sings for
Its mother
Your voice
Would
Smother
Its ancient
Cant
Even if
Silent
You are
Unable
To recant
The avian
Cry
So just
Don't try

Is the pattern
Of a keyboard
Visually
Static
But 
Erratic
Unusually
A sword
While pens learn

The jab
Or the slab
Just blab blab blab

Check your mouth
Not in silence
But to realize
That in silence
You cannot control 
The muscles
Which you made mute

You won't speak
Or make absolute 
What’s on your mind
So resolute
But defied
By your essence
So you lied

You won't mutter
An internal truth
Making you an utter
Age of eternal
Stutter
As long as grammar
Deep in you does creep

Combine a haiku
With a limerick
For a snafu

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Do you think
That Shakespeare
Would shrink
Make curses disappear

When home
Or at a pub
Not like his poem
But without a flub

Make speech
So vile
It would reach
The aisle

Where the 
Matron
Said augh
I’m done