G'Nite

You know it's time for bed When you bow your head, And your eyed decide to close. You look at the clock with a jaundiced eye Then scratch your rear and blow your nose and then get into your sleeping clothes. You go back to your desk for one last look 3 hours later your still on Facebook. The eyes have gone, mere slits now and still you refuse to go Reading drivel from folk you don't know As the posts go to and fro You look bottom right and get such a fright, You've done it again, it's gone midnight, So to one and all I'll say G'nite. © Dave Timperley 02 March 2017