Sticky Paper for the Brain
Eyelids droop, brain in a loop,
And words keeps rushing away;
Thoughts in a quibble, ideas that nibble,
Fluttering flies that refuse to stay.
So in my brain, fly paper is lain,
To catch these snippets of wit;
And when they are stuck, I'll be in luck,
A fountain of words will ne'er quit.
Now I have the solution, complete absolution,
To a problem that writers complain;
One detail remains, a question I'll name,
Where, pray tell, can you buy sticky paper for the brain?
By CheeseMaker
© 2009 CheeseMaker
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