When it gets to a certain time at night,
well early morning,
and you're still assessment-ing away you learn to give up.
Bed ain't coming any time soon,
so why not make it worth it and divulge in
a little feathers, a little brocade, a little fur,
a splash of red and a plop of plum,
wrapped up coats
jewelled up fingers.
Ahhhhh its well past a mid-night feast & now I'm