Good Vibes
Used to be a very strange bed,
Put a quarter in and it would vibrate instead.
I have pups that do the same for me.
They become undone when a storm will be.
Puts the bed asunder,
Terrified of thunder.
Shakes the whole bed,
Looks for blankets to hide under.
Looking for a place to hide,
Of course, it's always by my side.
Could always hire them out,
But vibrating beds are still not about.
Perhaps I could start a fad,
No quarters.
They would be free.
Then some would be glad to share a bed with me.
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