Half Asleep

Last night I wrote a poem in bed When I was half asleep. It sounded great inside my head (And sure beat counting sheep!) But in the middle of the night, All cozy ‘neath my blanket, My body didn’t want to write; I thought that I could bank it. The mind, however, won’t retain A close-to-slumber musing. It would be best, then, to refrain From anything but snoozing. So when I woke, not one sweet rhyme Was left for me to scribble. A notebook by my bed next time? With that, I will not quibble.