Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Poetry #2


"My bed"

The best thing is its warm covers
shielding me like a mothers embrace

No, the best thing is its softness
like laying on a cloud of marshmallows

No, the best thing is the security
Better than trusting your money to the government

No, the best thing is its smell
like plum perfume and pecans

Nope, the best thing is its size
I can stretch until I am a giant

Actually, the best thing about my bed
is sleeping.


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