Single Bed
I’m an admiral of
my bed I sit on
now!
My rank of
sitting and lying in
the winter of
1995 in
Australia is of
the highest regard!
I know many officers of
the bed know that.
My high level is
the envy of
bedders.
Toward the back of
my bed is
my deodorant stick,
and he’s
rotting.
He’s the Food World Banana Thief Suspect.
I won’t turn him in because
I hate bananas.
My bed head knobs are
made up of
a radioactive element of
the actinide series,
occurring as a
decay product of
uranium.
They are
my only real friends.
Most of
the length of
my footboard top rail is
very attractive, appealing, tiniest women high-yielding soil comprising of
sand, mud, and sill deposited by
water that flows.
Categories:
bedders, humor,
Form: Free verse
A little ray of sunshine
Came creeping softly slow,
Alighting up the knighton
Like raindrops made of snow.
When from a Kevin corner
A belly hump drew near,
Quipping from his teeth hole
And singing from his ear.
Great Bratsby in a lamppost
Joined hands with Wilsons tan
And only Devy’s armcake
Could lift their spirits, man.
‘We cannot leave our Bedders,’
A voice did cordall out.
‘He’s part of all of us, yer know,
The sleepy little lout.’
Big Johnny turning tango,
Advanced in quick retreat
And gave us all direction
about where we should meet.
Duff Bryan with his knitters block
Drew matching sticks at dawn
And promised everyone a hat
Made out of twigs and corn.
And so we gather tightly
This merry band, this we.
We shall not falter lightly
In darkness club or cree.
Categories:
bedders, humor, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
From claggy Bedders and Hornets hump,
From Cordell, Laws and Radar.
We trundle merry like a thump
To see Fab Adies sock.
In hoodie cloves and clippy breeze;
In Disco Dave we pledge.
I chortle like a tuneless wheeze
To see Bad Adie rock!
On Kunterblanche we make our name,
A pallet one and all,
Then Turb into myself again
To see Mad Adies frock.
Categories:
bedders, crazy, hilarious, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme