Ode To My Bed
By: Jessica Wolsiefer

How I feel about my bed,
It goes unsaid.
It's where I lay,
And for the night I stay.
It's where I feel at home,
In my blanket dome.
It's my own,
Where I can be alone.
My bed is fit for a queen,
It's what I fein.
It waits for me for when I get back,
All tired and want to 'hit the sack'�.
There is water in it,
It's where my body fits.
It's big for me,
Yes, that's easy to see.
It's where I have a goodnight's sleep,
And under the blankets is where I sleep deep.
My bed is unique,
It's very sleek.
It's where I want to be,
To sleep, that is the key!
My bed is all mine,
And it's great and divine!
Ode to my comfortable sleeping place,
Oh, if only I was there face to face.

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