Inconvenient Rhyme Times

I have lost more lines than I have written for they often come unbidden with no consideration of where. Words have not the discipline to be pen and paper aware. Many rhymes evaporate in air ... Driving in my car, Often in the kitchen navigating traffic, while cooking and fixing, poems form like magic. versus take shape. I cannot release the wheel Should I drop a plate to make words stick - or let water over boil? rhymes will not congeal No, so I hesitate inside my automobile. and lose the wordy roll. Many yell for toilet paper - Enjoying the outside, I need another kind, such as beach or lake, oh, so hard to find poetic lines will overtake inside of my shower my joyous reverie. when rhymes cross my mind. I can only forsake Bathroom poetry hour the rhyme gifting me ~ defies my writing power. let it be, set it free. Visiting with friends, Drifting off to sleep, verses form in my head laying in my bed, or metaphors descend. stanzas fill my head. It would be impolite I know they will escape to grab a pad, pen and write. and remain unsaid. I can't say, "hold your game peg My memory will not cooperate, while I catch a poem thread." the lies will disintegrate. Words are the love of my life yet they surely mess with me, cause me frustration and strife. Is it fated error for imagery to waste or simply every writer's terror for lines to arrive impossible for them to paste?