In The Woods Poem by Christoph Praus

In between the twisty tangle my voice has fast become all mangled, down in the twisty tangle woods today;

There's something hooty twixt the boughs and smoke all creeply in the leaves, down in the tangle woods today;

And crawlies edging on so noisily, my ghost has quickly gone quite crazy, in the twangly tangle woods today;

But light at last! All summery has found my face, almost out of the frangled dangwangled tangle woods today;

Ho! Into a glibly grinning glade, trapped evermore in the tangle woods today.