An ode to the bed in my Aunt's upstairs spare bedroom that I am about to sleep in:
Oh bed sublime
Oh bed divine
I wish I knew but another line,
To describe how very fine,
Doth be this bed, framed in pine,
Better than grapes of the vine.
No better place to rest my head,
Than this wondrous queen sized bed.
Too long I've used a twin
Equivalent to sleeping in a trash bin.
Too long in non restful sleep mired,
But good night world, for I am tired.
