Rambling again.

Perhaps I shouldn't write my poetry late at night, 

because sometimes my body and heart fight.

 Common sense does not always prevail,

and I don't always present a decent tale.

But then, that's who I am and so be it.

Because if I didn't put pen to paper whenever I wished, I'd feel like a hypocrite.

My character is there for all to see,

I'm a poet who is zany and carefree.

There I go again, going off track.

It's a good job people like me don't run in a pack.

See what I mean, it's that time of night, when everyone is asleep,

And me, well I'm off to bed now to count those sheep.

I had to stop counting bears.
Because I couldn't visualise them getting up the stairs.