brief facetious grumble

that's two nights running (I think? or maybe there was another night in between, I'm not sure) that I've had A Sudden Flash Of Scientific Insight as I'm extremely horizontal in bed, actually on my way to warm and asleep, with zero intention of emerging even so far as to make a note on my phone...

... and not only have I remembered it in the morning, but it's actually been any use.

Why -- here comes the grumble -- why, I ask you, doesn't this work for poetry.