As I awoke from my sick bed after a five hour nap, I came up with a poem. And before the batteries run out on my ITouch, I will share it with you. Please bear in mind I have never written a poem before and am also probably delerious.

Winter's Morning

As the dawn struggled on through cough and wheeze
And the silent Angel muttered
A faint whisper was heard by the morning breeze
As the foggy sunshine stuttered
'Tis morning! bellowed the swollen Moon
For no living thing to hear
And the stillness went quiet far too soon.
'Tis morning again I fear.

Thank you.

(I know - don't give up my day job).

Off now to quietly die somewhere...