Poem a day, day 11*

Late for bed once again.
Last minute scrawl with my pen.
What'll come out is anyone's guess
To make it half decent I'll try my best.

The other half might be indecent
You never know your luck.
On thing I do sense
My rhymes will run amok.

Rhyming couplets here and there
But you can bet they're not everywhere.
The rhyme shall be as the mood takes me
And self editing is not what I foresee.

So another poem not really about anything.
Just me rambling about the first thing.
That happens to come to mind as I sit down to write
My poem a day, so late at night.

So less for me this time
And more for my reader
And learning to create
Whatever my weather.