I hate it when I lay down and get a poem in my head. Usually I get up, put my glasses on and turn on the light but last night it was just so warm and comfy in the bed and so cold in the apartment that I used a flashlight. I had a heck of a time decifering what I wrote!

I sit here in the dark

Not a shred of moonlight in sight

Writing poems by flashlight

I’m too damn lazy to turn on the light

So I reach over and grab the flashlight

I turn it on and roll over in bed

Never bothering to put on my glasses

Scribbling out poems running through my head

Normally I would get out of bed

But it’s so cozy and warm in the bed

Maybe I should turn up the heat

But that would involve getting out of bed

Well now it’s time to rest my weary head

But I can’t get these poems out of my head