Tuesday, March 3, 2026

The Best Bed comical poem number 742 by Angela Lansbury

 I sink into my lovely bed

Soft pillows welcome tired head

The firm mattress gives me support

Where I promote constructive thoughts


Here I can stretch, wiggle my toes

Rotate my head, and rub my nose

My desk and chair it must be said

Are great but can't compete with bed


One day you're born, sick, well, or dead

Meanwhile, enjoy breakfast in bed

A new mattress, but keep the frame

So your old bed will look the same


Sort out ideas, plan new schemes

With confidence realise dreams

Electric blankets off and on

Night clothes worn, seams torn, colours run 


Are sheets designed to cause a fight?

Pulled to the left and then the right

Although tucked in with all your might

Refuse to stay fixed all the night


Electric levers raise the foot

I lift my legs and exercise

One day we'll do it with AI

By voice, I hope no seeing eye 


The bedroom door can open wide

Or hide the precious things inside

The window, curtains, dress on door

Bookshelf, lampshade, shoes, carpet floor


The duvet warm where you can hide

The naughty thoughts you keep inside

A refuge for coughs, from the cold

Haven for young couples, and old


A place to lay small girls or boys

Hug mum then snuggle with soft toys

Enjoy deep sleep then leap refreshed

To see day, dress and be your best.

-ends-

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