29th November 2013

Sonnet 27

There's  no such time as a good time for bed,

Come midnight and I'm nowhere near tired -

Updating my status, texts in my head:

Need for 8 hours nod has long since expired .

Front of face  where I let my mob. abide

Thru' the wee small hours  - loves, I yet tweet thee,

It's dark but my screen's 3 light inches wide,

Some toute suite scroldown's what I want to see. 

Moby's gone AWOL it's out of my sight!

My wallpaper's you in full frontal view!!

I don't think I can make it through tonight ,

Sweet updates keep me abreast of what's new,

    Love's instant recall ... what I had in  mind...

    Just can't remember... who I want to find...