artsy-fartsy prose-dose

He paced up and about and ran helter-skelter
Soon he'd be calm and sound, put back together

Then he strolls to, where he used to dilly-dally
Behind the back door and into green valley

Away from the bustle and far from hum-drum
Into the lap of, that's true and conundrum

The mind grew fond but surrondings wish-washy
Creepers took over and wounds went fleshy

Woke up to feel, a trickle from head teeny-weeny
Found perspiration and a bloody sting so leechy

He paced up and about and ran helter-skelter
Soon he'd be calm and sound, put back together