......Those Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

tiny teeth keep clicking.....

down each alley, street and byway....

not that loud....no clanging clatter, so it shouldn't really matter

that they stay with me, haunt my way...

still they're here...remaining, sticking....

I run, or skip and dash...hide, ignore the signal's flash...

...there's the path...I'm nearly home...

but...there's no outwitting; sitting
on the piano, licking Chopin...fingers stalwart...never gropin'...

...I've not escaped....
there....in the gloam
.....is the &#%$*@! Metro-Gnome