Now when I dream, it all seems to rhyme,
Lately, it seems to happens all the time.
And when I nap, there’s another verse,
Tell me, is this a blessing or a curse?
Is this a talent that can be taught?
Or a fleeting notion that must be caught.
At what level of sleep do these dreams arrive?
For words for me to poetically contrive.
Now you will never know if there’s a poem on tap,
Or just another excuse for me to take a nap.