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!