four thiry this morning
can't sleep so I'm feeling
I'll go downstairs
fix a cup of darjeeling

put my feet on the desk
let my thoughts roam
keyboard on my lap
I'll type up a poem

what to write
I'll need a topic
something funny
or perhaps, myopic

it's still dark outside
so, oh I don't know
I can't just makeup
where my mind wants to go

ten minutes later
and I'm almost done
this was a quicky
and it was fun