Happy Times

A very good day
is on its way
to nodding off
. . . But not me.

For the first time
Neither workout
 ------ nor wine!
Is lulling me to sleep.

What should I do?
With this new
Burst of energy?

I'd like to write
(I have time tonight!)
But my inspiration
Is rather weak

I tell my spouse
I'm without a doubt
In need of a
Poetic Muse

Without a hint of a flirt
He whips off his shirt
And grins from
Cheek to cheek.

When its all said and done
This poem's for fun
And not
Its artistic merit

But . . . who cares?
Its a vehicle to share
A fun night with
my family.