Sometimes when you wake at night,
You know exactly what to write.
But when you wake the next day,
The words have all gone away.
Sometimes when you hold a pen,
The words only come now and then.
However when you’re on the bus
Words can come in an almighty rush.
What else can I really say?
Words might come to you today.
Or you might not write a verse,
Surely this is the poet’s curse?