Who are you, why are you putting all those rhymes in my head?
Invading my thoughts whilst I toss and turn in my bed,
In my slumber I seek to complete a verse or a poem perhaps two,
Not allowing sleep to drift over me till my night's works is through,
At your bidding I search for a couplet that smoothly doth flow,
Wide-awake with a stanza not knowing which way to go,
Thankfully you eventually direct me to that one perfect line,
But just who are you? Are they your poems and not mine?