I have a little note book,
Well actually I’ve three or four.
I am never without one
Whenever I step outside my door.
Queuing in the supermarket
Or riding on a train
I may get a sudden inspiration
That might never come again.
So I whip out my trusty notebook
Likewise my faithful pen
I jot down each random rumination
Immediately -- there and then.
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I keep a little box
In my bedroom, on the floor.
Where I place the books and papers
When I return home once more.
If the idea has been a good one
I expand it without delay
But even the so-so selections
Are carefully stored away.
Sometimes in my idle moments
When I’ve nothing else to do
I retrieve the books and papers
And slowly read them through.
I re-work the ones I like
And I also bin the grot.
Sometimes I get a new poem ---
But most times I do not.
Often the scribbling comes to nothing
In fact that’s usually the way.
But I continue on recording ---
Who knows someday it might pay!
Adding your comment:
so you don't have to pretend interest in them.
. I have started to need a book in front of me when I'm doing my recitations 
well written
