A Bedtime Story

Its 3:00 am, I’m suddenly awake,

Surely it’s just a big mistake.

Words are flashing through my brain,

That green burrito must be to blame.

The words won’t stop, I’m overwhelmed,

I must get up and write them down.

Across the room I quietly creep,

Quiet as a mouse; the wife’s asleep.

I stub my toe on the dresser’s edge,

A dark conspiracy I must allege.

Blood now oozing from the nail,

I gulp in air to stop my wail.

A Band-Aid seems to stem  the flow,

So off to the den I quickly go.

I reach the desk and grab a pen,

What was that thought I had again?

The words have stopped, my mind is blank,

I feel quite dumb to be quite frank.

So here I sit what should I do?

I’m quite in shock; without a clue.

I go to bed and toss and turn,

I need my sleep, when will I learn?

All this drama over a simple thought,

My late night journey was all for naught.
--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole