An Ode to my Bed.

An ode to my bed:

Under the blankets
Here I am free
I can wiggle my toes
No dirty looks at me.
Under the blankets
Like a bug in a rug
Like a snail in its shell
Here I feel so snug.

Under the blankets,
the place I can ask why?
Oh my Lord,
why do you make your children cry?

a reply to: halfoldman

Well, no one else is speaking so I'll say it. That was simply beautiful.

a reply to: halfoldman

I love my bed too. It's bliss.

Your heart may be download risk.
But your dick sure ain't no
floppy disk.

a reply to: halfoldman

I feel that last verse or couplet or whatever it's called might not be the best choice. YMMV...

Betamax:

Like Mr. Potter
and Mr. Snape
It can bugger up
your video tape.

To the best stripper in town!

a reply to: halfoldman

Tucked in my blankey,
My mind roaming free,
Pillows are plumped,
Under my knees,
Layna bear saws trees,
Asleep next to me,
All cuddled up,
After a hot cup of tea,
All bundled up,
Window cracked for a breeze,
The lights are off,
In boxers and tee,
One final cough,
Crap,
Now I have a need to pee...


Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

And to have a pee or not?

Got a water crises,

it all goes in the pot.

Generals gathered in their masses.
Beneath the blankets passing gasses.

Death and hatred to mankind
Tomorrow honey
Dreamland is the place you'll find.

Oh Lord yeah!

This universe, it's no longer far.
Sleep upon a shooting star.

genius ode!

a reply to: halfoldman
I hope this makes you smile. The worst thing is having a very uncomfortable bed and having to sleep in it when your bones are hurting.