(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.