Damn. That’s much better.
Oh Lawsy these are funny! 
Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,
Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee,
In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill’d game,
Falling asleep on the gather’d leaves with my dog and gun
by my side, a tongue throbbing in the ashes.
–Walt Whitman
My tonguh hash been a shrobbing, and ish gong ashtray, but motly onlyest when I’m dringked too mush… I stink.
See, Dale. You could have done an entire issue on throbbing tongues.
(“The Throbbing Tongue” – what an excellent name for a jig.)
I may yet.
You mean - I could be a published author?!? 
djm
haizara ni
sh1ta ga tokimeku
hae no oto
(Thought I’d hazard a haiku in the mother tongue, as it were - had to replace a “1” for an “I” to get past the word filter.)
Translation:
in ashtray
tongue throbs
sound of flies
Not very good haiku as I couldn’t slip in much of a seasonal reference. I thought the cross-implication of hae (fly) and hai (ash) was okay, though. 
(edited to change the original throbby word for a more literary-sounding one)
You realize, don’t you, that these are now going to pop up on Google searches as authentic lines attributed to the stated literary authors? Just think what sort of school term papers are going to be turned in.
Kevin Krell
… I am sooo sorry… I just should’ve left it well enough alone…
Wow – that is so freaking cool. I searched on “throbbing tongue yeats” and “throbbing tongue dickinson” and hit the “I’m feeling lucky” button, and it came right here.
But, alas, it does not find the original throbbing tongue poem.
That’s a shame.
It is delightfully disturbing, though not to English papers.