The Moving Bed
At the antique shop
There was a day bed
The headboard was white
Coated with red gems
Also some green stones
The shop owner was proud
Placed the bed in front
So it would be seen
By whoever came in
A lady bought it
Brought it home
placed it in her bedroom
Against the wide wall
She left the bedroom
For about one hour
It was then-the bed moved
To the middle of the room
All by itself-no one there
The lady returned
Saw where the bed was
Gave a big scream
Till her lungs hurt Then she passed out
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2017
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