A poem from my muse

My muse came to me
this morning quite by chance,
as I was at my bedside
buttoning my pants.
Sweet she sang to me,
of beauty all around.
That's why, my dear,
I've walked all day,
with my zipper down.

I like to keep a dream/story idea journal by my bed, to write down ideas I have there. It seems I am most creative when in bed. One morning I had a good one. I was dressing while jotting down the idea as I got ready for work. I was about to leave the house (after doing 101 different ADHD tasks), when my wife pointed out the task most embarrassingly not completed. I zipped my jeans to the button, then, inspired, I paused to write the previous in the style of Ogden Nash.

“The Termite"

Ogden Nash

Some primal termite knocked on wood,
tasted it, and found it good.
That is why your cousin Mae
fell through the parlor floor today.