To Bed

OK, now, I’m off to bed.

My clock says 3 and a bit.

I know, by now, that you must think

That, at this time, all I say is shit.

I’m tired, yup, that’s understood

But reason is not lost,

Verity is paramount.

But sometimes at a cost.

So let me here reiterate,

Hear me now and don’t berate

The words of one who seeks to speak

Always truth

Except for when

Your arse is massive in that frock,

And, Jesus wept, you think you rock

At singing,

Well, that’s not for me

To disillusion fantasy.

And though I do not seek to hurt

It does not here extend

To invites to my little clan

Oh, God, for fear offend.

You’re welcome for a cup of tea

A biscuit and a cake,

Of course, I bought them

Do you really think that

I have time to make

Empire biscuits,

Cookie dough?

Absolutely not.

Claiming such accomplishments

A crock, a pile of rot.

So, what is good?

What’s understood?

If name is on my list,

I cordially invite you here,

We’ll natter,

(May get pissed).

One thing’s for sure,

In case you doubt it,

I do not invite lightly,

I am just short of anti-social,

Well, maybe more than slightly.

These virtual parties are some fun

But person hugs are better

My loud and quiet self agree

That we all need a natter,

A smile to see, a hand to hold,

A hug, a pat on back.

Ether world, therefore,

Has something that it lacks.

Well, God almighty,

Why would anyone

Invite unto their table?

Well, here’s a difference.

Let me speak,

While I am still able

(Fuck’s sake it’s 4.05 GMT),

In my life

There’s only few, who me

Have so impressed

Consider them, if you wish,

So blessed?

To catch the eye of

One so cynical,

And at times, depressed.

OK, so, you’re thinking now,

This woman is a nutter,

She speaks and rattles on without

A pause or even stutter.

I know, I know,

It’s always so.

My quiet shouts to loud,

Get to bed,

Stop talking…….

Oh my God!

I slept on couch!

I’ve wakened now at seven,

The dog is barking,

Hubby’s up

And I am upright sleeping.

Oh well, bugger it,

I started so I’ll end,

Welcome to my little world

My blogospheric friend.

And just to prove that

God has hand in what I say and think,

Feckin internet has gone again,

I’ve exhausted to the brink

Its capabilities to transmit

But worry not,

This piece of shit

Of router will be soon replaced.

Monday sees a different face.

A promise from R. Branson’s team

To salvage or perhaps redeem

With shiny, new and dust free router,

Jeez, I hope it’s not my ‘puter

Playing up with such abandon,

So like me, in thoughts quite random

At times.

And sometimes not.

Feckin’ router and feckin’ Virgin media.

I’m fed up talking to them.

Ahh, I think I might go to bed.

At 8.30 in the morning!

Or 10!