Poetry Writing Poem by Paul Butters

As I lay dozing in my bed,
I write poetry in my head.
Playing the page with well-worked words,
A mix of adjectives and verbs,
My Voice it resonates with musical sounds
And my imagination knows no bounds.

I like that!
I declare,
So soon I'm rushing down the stairs
To grab my pad.
Scribbling it all down
Did I forget to mention noun?

Forgetting words is just the pits:
That sends me into raging fits.
I'm on my laptop soon enough
To add more verses, off the cuff.

Microsoft Word becomes my home
As now I'm really in the zone.
I just can't stop myself from doing this I know:
All I can do is let it go.