My Band-Box Bed Back Home

     I’ve access’d
air springs and adjustables, berths,
bunk beds, box springs, too.

     Black’d out in

bassinets, chaise longues, cots, cradles,
Chesterfields (a few).

     I’ve dozed on

davenports, divans, duvets, on
daybeds trimm’d in chrome.

     And still the

best bed ever slept in’s been my
band-box bed back home.

     I’ve taken

ease on ebeds, eastern kings, fulls,
futons, four four posters.

     Gouch’d on

gurneys, The Great Bed of Ware (who
claims they’ve done be boasters).

     Hibe’d in  

hot racks, hammocks, hideaways – one
hassock fill’d with foam.

     And still the

best bed ever slept in’s been my
band-box bed back home.

     I’ve hid in

infant cribs, inflatables. I
once jump’d on a junior. (!)

     Knelt on

kinderbeds, kips, Kang bed-stoves (than
which no beds be loonier).

     Loung’d on

lecti geniales (trundles
once the rage in Rome). 

     And still the

best bed ever slept in’s been my
band-box bed back home.

     I’ve made up

Murphys, moon’d on manjaas, napp’d in 

nests and narcolits.

     Poop’d out on

orthopeds and ottomans…and
pallets (they’re the pits!).

     I’ve plopp’d on

platforms, palanquins and pillows – 

as has Jakob Broehme.

     And still the

best I’ve ever slept in’s been my
band box back home.

     Quiesced on

queens with quilts, on roll-aways, re-
lax’d on rope-strung racks.

     Sawn wood on

sofas, Sertas, Sealys. Stretch’d out 

some in sleeping sacks.

     Turned in on 

Therma-Rests, twins, upper berths, up-

holst’r’ds…with a gnome!

     And still the

best bed ever slept in’s been my 

band-box bed back home.

     I’ve valued

Vi-Springs and vibrating beds (I
melt ‘neath Magic Fingers).

     Waked on

water beds and Weevacs (déjà

vu of two still lingers).

     X through 

Z…? I’ve zoned in none, though web I’ve
surf’d and globe I’ve roam’d.

     And still the

best bed ever slept in’s been my
band-box bed back home.