The much anticipated Haiku contest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was an overwhelming success.  Each contestant followed the ancient and revered 5/7/5 syllable pattern.  Mullard who had been drinking in the Bar felt that he could do about as well as anyone.  And so he began: ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.   the face of Everyman could not get him to stop his recitation.  When finished “M” received a standing ovation from the gathering of poetry lovers.  The venerable sage shuddered and pretended that nothing untoward had occurred.