Changing the Sheets
How often someone changes sheets
Is really not discussed.
It’s certain, though, that everybody
Does so, as we must.
I knew a woman once whose bed
Had fresh sheets every day.
Obsessive? Yes, but she preferred
To do things her own way.
In college dorms, the bedding might
Remain in place all term.
Imagine all the multitudes of
Every type of germ!
I once was told of dinner parties
Where the food was spread,
Instead of on a cloth, upon
The sheet from someone’s bed.
Most people likely make the switch
On laundry day each week,
So sheets may well be wrinkled
But it’s doubtful that they’ll reek.
No matter when you swap the sheets,
It’s really up to you,
As long as whom you’re sleeping with
Approves of when you do.
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