Write a poem?  when bedtime's bells have summoned those
with sense enough to remove their clothes,
pajamas don, and toddle yon to their cozy beds,
then let all rhymes and meters drain from their sleepy heads?

Foolishness!  when a weary day's work has ceased,
when eyelids droop and foreheads are creased,
feet are crying for relief, a place prepared for rest,
and wiser folk have long since retired, each to his nest.

Rhymes and meters, begone now!   begone from here!
Lo, a sound of snoring in my ear;
Perhaps this one time, to leave the keyboard would be wise,
I will succumb to slumber's call, and close my tired eyes.