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Sunday, 3 February 2013

Poem: Bed

The bed is the master,
always to be obeyed.
It's requests to be actioned,
but never delayed.
I ask of its greatness,
hope not to be dismayed.
An invite to the warmth,
Its snuggle filled glade.
Company is requested,
For games to be played.
But once in its power,
forever will be enslaved.

1 comment:

  1. Ahahaha LOLOLOL I love it!!! Too freakin true!!! :-D

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