It Rhymed in My Sleep

There was a tunnel in the basement
It was dank and dark and deep
and no one knew for surequite how far it went

The only thing for certain
was a being in the deep
My reflection starring at me from the dark

This poem was composed while I was asleep on a plane from New York to Scotland. It was written on the back of a receipt for peanuts. I remember that t rhymed when I was sleeping but not when I woke up. I have no memory of writing it but it's my handwriting and I do remember buying the peanuts.