Awaking at 3 am
I took up my quill pen,
But being unable to think
I drank some black ink,
And swallowed that quil pen.
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Awaking at 3 am
I took up my quill pen,
But being unable to think
I took to strong drink,
And conversed with a chicken called Glen.
K Morris - Poet 
Very nice
Thank you, Robbie.
What no more Sue! 🙂
I am sure that Sue will appear in a future poem … Thanks for your comment. Best – Kevin