11:49pm

 

Oh no, help, it’s happening again
The day got away, and it’s way past ten
I’m trying to think of things to write
But my brain says, “time to sleep! It’s night!”
The rain on the window sounds so harmonic
It’s making me feel rather catatonic
Before my eyelids come down like a curtain
I need fifty words; of that I’m certain
So out of my big bag of tricks, I obtain
A bulging thesaurus to help out my brain
Then rhyme dictionary; my other great tool
To find those accents that make it sound cool
I poke and I prod, and scribble and stress
Until words obey without too much mess
So, there’s my technique when it’s late and I’m tired
To crank out the words and achieve what’s required