Poems Mumble and Stumble Horn Haiku

when my poems mumble find words around will fumble stupid and on would stumble are things cat enjoys likes playing with kitty toys and girls with boys while idiots will bloom for us God made room in tomb so sins He can consume when with love liter God became my baby sitter sinner am quitter when we found some mace cat would make a funny face running set the pace when my eyes were teary outside it had been dreary of we would be leery when we came to terms you could see so many worms consuming all the germs when being prevalent they would be ambivalent all the rules have bent when we entertain rather than being insane we will need a brain when we saw menu reading we must continue seeing sharp sinew