Thank you Tom Robbins (Another Roadside Attraction) for this gem:
Among the Haida Indians of the Pacific Northwest, the verb for ‘making poetry’ is the same as the verb ‘to breathe.’
Such tidbits of ethnic lore delighted Amanda, and she vowed that from that time onward she would try to regulate each breath as if she were composing a poem. She was as good as her word, and her new style of breathing added to her warehouse of personal charm.
Once, while breathing an especially strenuous stanza, she sucked in a stinkbug that had been bumbling by. “What a rotten rhyme,” she gagged. “I think I’ll go back to prose.”