Under my bed is a coffin…

I have a most unusual bed,

At least that is what I am told is said,

It lifts to reveal a storage space,

It really is such a dark, foreboding place…

You see I was insulating the floor down there,

I am trying to stay a bit warmer, isn’t that fair?

But when I did get in under there,

My bed it did fall down and enclose me where,

I could not get out, I had to call for help I do declare…

When help did not arrive,

I had to help myself; hey this is no jive,

Pushing up on the bed with my feet,

I felt as though I was pushing through freshly laid peat…

But I did get out, as you can see by this write,

But now I have the floor and wall insulated,

Never again will I have to crawl under there,

Never again will I have to allow myself to be desecrated...

        © ed ~ 1/15/05