unaway Rub er

My rub er escap d from my penci case

Creat ng chaos al over th place

It danced on th s verse, on each f the lines

Disrupting the rhythms, destroying the rhy es

Mess ng up words, erasing some let ers

Incl ding a few from its author (Nea Zet r)

Then slid off th page while removi g more t xt

A d shouting “Beware! ‘Cos your poem’s n xt…”