About 11 pm

About 11 pm I heard thunder
And my Nokia 301 gave sad chirrups
I got a cable and connected it to the laptop
I hoped for rain but it passed  by on the other side
As it usually does
The lawns are yellow and the flowers dry before they die
Funny weather
I went to bed
The sheet looked very white
I was happy.
My arm itches where it was cut
I was looking at the stitches
And my   android device went off
I took FB  away from it altogether
I heard so many bad things
Wonder why nobody thought the worst sooner.
I ate some Weetabix,washed up and found my purse
I might need a cab.
Anyone might but I think of it alone late at night
The doctor cried, are you on Warfarin?
I said, no,I just bleed a  lot.
It went on my dress but now I lost the dress
I’ve been feeling queer all week
They’ ll phone me I suppose and whisper
The doc
tor would like to see you
And I shall say, I am on Soulmates in the Guardian
Does he take that?
When I know quite  well  what it means
I never joined a dating site but I pretend.
Nobody knows that  sometimes you don’t want to look  at a new face
I wonder what I’d put
Female  said to be smart,  clumsy and warm looking for  a man
Who  is tender and self confident
Who does not lose his temper every week
Who does not send obscene emails
Who can pull funny faces….
Who reads books
Who is not antisemitic nor anti any human group
Vegetarian welcome
I fall asleep thinking I have  one and a half courgettes uneaten
And  many ripe tomatoes
Dream of Jonah  and do not wail