It is very late

And as a coating of devil black veils the sky I pen today's final words.

The food was delectable.
The mood congenial.
The telly bloody.
And a trim dotty Glo flitted from oven to couch like a hot slippery butterfly.

But now I'm in kittenish mood so I will skip from my chair to my bed, wriggle in between my covers and dream a deam of cream.