It's 2 AM in the morning
And I find I cannot sleep.
I have this poem in my head
And I know it will not keep.

I'll have to write it down right now,
But I mustn't wake my wife
For that would be unkind to her
She's the center of my life.

Now where then are my glasses?
I cannot find my pen.
I must be careful where I step;
Not stub my toe again.

I'll slip into my office
Where I can light the light.
I'll pull my chair up to my desk.
This is the blackest night!

Well here I am, I found them all.
I'm ready now you know.
But I'll be damned! I cannot think
Of how that poem did go...*#$%@X!