I am just sat hear.
My children,
are in bed.
My thoughts,
are my own,
as they whiz,
round my head.
I know I should,
be in bed,
but my other half,
has taken it over instead.
His loud snoring is enough,
to wake the dead.
What chance have I got of,
getting some shut eye.
Taking my pen in hand,
I venture off to writers land.
What ever I come up with,
I will let you know.
Anything can happen in,
writers land.
Some times it’s planned,
some times it just,
comes too hand.
It might turn out to be,
a grand piece of,
literacy.
Maybe I could sent it,
for someone to view,
but then again it’s just,
my thoughts whizzing,
round my head.
Now I am ready for,
my bed.