Sometimes I wake up in the night, sometimes I even think of limericks, and once in a blue moon, I write them down.
A railwayman brought up in Staines,
From a boy dreamed of work on the trains,
Til the 3:48,
Running 10 minutes late,
Ensured lunch box is all that remains.
Mister Bump 
I see I am not the only one who wakes in the middle of the night. Nice limerick.
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It’s easily the best time to create.
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Most of my stories actually get written down at, like, 3 AM. I mean, there is lots of polishing which happens after that, at a decent hour, but nighttime is when they become tangible.
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Good for you. My nights just feel like pain dragging on.
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At least you wake up with a smile. A limerick a day keeps the doctor away.
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Haha, believe you me, I have no trouble keeping doctors away!
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Brilliant.
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Thanks Misky
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Your fantastic at coming up with limericks! Well done Pete!
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oh dear,
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