Sitting here at 3am, A ditty in my head. I really need to pull it out And get back into bed. But nothing is forthcoming, It scampers vague and fleeting. Toying with my artistry, Emerging then retreating. Ah, here it is at last. Oh no, now it’s gone once more. It’s fallen from my ear And now I’ve lost it on the floor. © Copyright Philip Barton, July 3rd, 2025 All rights reserved
