I Woke In The Night, Lost For Words comical poem 700 by Angela Lansbury

Magnifying glass and laptop. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 I woke in early, in the night

I had a poem in my head

But I'd had less than 5 hours sleep

So I stayed in nice, warm bed

Now at my laptop the next day

My special poem's gone away

I live in sixes and sevens

Night's lost poem's in the heavens

If I believed in afterlife

Which I think is wishful thinking

I'd ask St Peter for each verse

Lost at night, or after drinking

Now I am in dreadful distress

My lovely poem's gone astray

Like parcels to the wrong address

Which should be safely here today.

My mind is like an empty box

I've tried the keys, shaken the locks

I do not have a single word

No clue to lead to songs I heard

I've hunted high and hunted low

Where did my witty words all go?

Not delivered intact next day

So you and I will never know.

-ends-

In case any reader was not aware of Christian mythology, St Peter is said to be the gatekeeper of heaven. Numerous jokes are about the questions St Peter puts to people who want to get in the gate. In this case I am at the gate, asking St Peter, like a postman, or a householder delivered the wrong parcel meant for another address, for the delivery of my lost poems.

I was rather pleased with these metaphors. Poems like parcels. The image of the poet knocking on doors. Hoping to find lost poems in heaven. St Peter like a porter holding deliveries. A poet queueing like someone at a post office for words to be delivered.

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