Sharing a Bed
Sharing a Bed
As newlyweds, our mattress, Full,
Of which we both were fond,
Was perfect for its coziness,
Just like a little pond.
As years went by, we longed for space,
Our sleeping lives at stake.
We traded Full for Queen and so
Our pond became a lake.
But many nights I wake to find
I’m clinging to the shore.
No matter how much room there is,
My husband’s wanting more.
A bigger mattress might appear
To be a prudent notion,
But I prefer a Queen-sized lake
To any King-sized ocean.
I’ll stick with Queen, but wish my spouse
Would give in just a little
And let me dive into my dreams
And slumber in the middle!
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