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.
