Ode To Bed

This goes out to all lonely beds out there.

All beds, from the hobo bed to the millionaire

You who are so soft and fluffy

Oh, how you make me feel so gruffy

Gruffy in the morning

When the alarm sounds without warning

When the chimes of death (alarm) call me awake

You are there to embrace my bodily ache.

Though sooner or later I must leave

and even when a day is long you must believe


Because after the sun comes the moon
as it rises from the horizon like a baloon


That is when I hear your call 
even all the way to the capital of Nepal


Those feathers so soft
Oh Lord! Its like a pidgeons loft!


There is no bar to your call, my heart
becasue you comfort is indeed a work of art


You know my bed
unlike the dead

I will return

 to my lonely bed.