Sometimes I am struck by the urge to write rhymes, usually when faced with having to write a card for someone. For more than one wedding I have bought large knives from the registry so I could use:

For your gift
I spared no expense.
Use it for cooking
Or home defense.

I had another good one that I made up recently and used only once and then I promptly forgot about it entirely until I got a neat poem in response via the thank you card. But I couldn’t remember what I had written. Today, after more than a year, I turned over a legal pad in my office and saw this scribbled there on the back of the cardboard:

A gift for you
Don’t think me a creep.
Enjoy doing what you do
wherever you sleep.
I hope it inspires you
to stay up and not sleep.

I had bought them fancy bedsheets.