I thought
about
writing
a cinquain
Of a half-dozen couplets
In iambic pentameter
But
the hour
passed
eleven.
I took 1 milligram of melatonin
With eight ounces of water,
And my mind now works in
mo・no・syl・lab・ic
thoughts.
Good
night.
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