AS and WHEN

I compose
as and when
mostly sleeping
else dreaming

if it's good
some say so
others display their woe

So I come to know
Poetry is like a cobweb of a spider
he continues till the end
when he has lapped up all the saliva

off he sleeps
till the wind slams at him
so be it so
do as you know

many will cry off and on
pups and pops
ah cats
just run along
Ding dong

going going gone
GONG!