Not sleepy nor tired,
On the other hand,
Not up or wired,
Awake for just a bit,
Out here by the computer I sit…
Gotta get these words out,
Or bust or just about,
They get into me at rest,
From then on or at least,
Till I go back to sleep, they are a permanent guest…
So here I sit writing with a passion,
As you might know that writing is my compassion,
My poetry I must deal out in ration,
Or to that effect & in that fashion…J
PS: Ma wants to know why you aren't wearing the new flannel jammies she gave you for Christmas.
Regis
Hope you don' bust, but who knows? Story of how ya glued yourself back together'd be grist for the mill, right? Get some great
poems out of it...'at is, if ya survive.
I seem to write better in a twilight state. 2:00 - 3:00 in the morning, my muse nudges me & says, "Let 'r rip. Why not?"
[Said "better," not good.;)]
Fun read, Ed. Thanks!
xOx Nite Owl II xOx
Ron
Anna
Of course, sometimes that's not what is keeping us awake, know what I mean.....??? Nice write, good luck, Dick
At Least I know I have. Well done; now get some sleep.