It seems a while ago since I
Was up some time before the sun
It’s dark and cold I grant you
But I’ve dressed and turned a light on.
Now I’m back in bed again
And many hours have passed
I’ve discovered if too early
I can’t rhyme things very fast.
I tried to write my sixteen lines
Before I had to leave
But it seems I hold no poetry
Up my pyjama sleeve.
It could be that I can’t write poems
When night clothes I’m adorning
So I’ll write them in the nude
Or wait til later in the morning.
