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

Promotes constructive thought, I hope

Here I can stretch, wiggle my toes

Rotate my head, and rub my nose

My desk and chair it must be said

Great by day, 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 fakes looks the same

Sort out ideas, yawn, plan schemes

With confidence realise dreams

Turn electric blankets off, on

Night clothes worn until seams torn 

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 your precious things inside

Shut 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 couples, young and old

A place to lay small girls or boys

Hug mum then snuggle with soft toys

Enjoy deep sleep, then leap refreshed

Leave bed, see day, dress, be your best.

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New Day's Delights Returned From Hospital comical poem 624 by Angela Lansbury

 The dark night doubled each small pain

How good to see sunlight again

Home's silk pillow supports my head

The hospital begrudged a bed

From my curtained bedroom window

I can spy on the waking street

Like an animated painting

Of folk we'd love to greet and meet 

People march past without stopping

A gardener starts to cut the grass

Children off to school are hopping

Women with tote bags are shopping

Turning, whirring, bicycle wheels

A passing, busy, business car

New neighbours I don't yet know

I gaze and wonder who they are

I see passers-by parading

Preoccupied, they don't see me

It's like a free morning film show

Watching all day repeats is free

My new wheelchair's free

Borrowed, black paint

It folds, - and unfolds

My kind neighbour's a saint

Later I'll find a comb somewhere

I'll brush my teeth and comb my hair

And grateful for these tiny pleasures

Know my small home's crammed with treasures.

To halve the pain I've doubled pills

Maybe I should update my will

I'm better - bravely opened bills

I'll pay them later, sure I will

What a great start to a brand new day

Breakfast in bed, on a coloured tray.

My tummy wanted chocolate

My broken tooth said, 'No toffee!'

Someone else made breakfast

I said, 'Thank you for the coffee!'

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Breakfast in bed.

Coffee cup on coloured tray.

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