inconvenient rhyme times

I have lost more lines than I have written for they often come unbidden with no consideration of where. They have not the discipline to be pen and paper aware. Many rhymes evaporate in air ... Driving in my car, navigating traffic, poems form like magic. I cannot release the wheel to make words stick - rhymes will not congeal inside my automobile. Often in the kitchen while cooking and fixing, poetry takes shape. Should i drop a plate or let water over boil? No - so i hesitate and lose the wordy roll. Many yell for toilet paper - I need another kind, oh, so hard to find inside of my shower when rhymes cross my mind. Bathroom poetry flour defies my writing power. Enjoying the outside, such as beach or lake, poems will overtake my joyous reverie and I must forsake the tune gifting me ... let it be, set it free. Drifting off to sleep, laying in my bed, stanzas fill my head. I know they will escape and remain unsaid. My memory will not cooperate - the lines will disintegrate Is it fated error for imagery to waste when words come too late to be convenient for me to paste ... and sadly ... die ... unspent ~~~