(From my habit of writing on A4 then folding it and stuffing it in a pocket)

 

In the silent depths of night,

When my head is full of quotes,

And sleeping just does not seem right,

I write my thoughts on folded Notes.

 

Though in truth they start quite flat,

These virgin sheets of blank A4,

I know that once they are filled that,

I need to get them home once more.

 

So one fold down and one across,

Will safely guard each thing i wrote,

And in my pocket to save loss,

I duly file a folded note.