What is it about fitted sheets
They don’t seem to stay fitting
Is it the dryer overly drying
When I pull the corners go flying
It looks great for about a day
Till I get in bed and it’s a waste
Fighting the sheet for my fate
Hugging my feet and gripping face
How to fold them I’ll never know
Saw it once on a YouTube video
Before I can learn I’d have to grow
Patience to even want it to fold
So fitted sheet just do you
I do not pretend to have a clue
As to how to force you in place
I’ll buy new sheets throw you away
have you ever
wondered what life
could be if you
never had to sweep
another hardwood floor?
never had to fold
another fitted sheet?
i had a dream
where i was
a carrot; wrapped
in loamy love,
green leaves slaking
their thirst on sunlight.
i don't wonder anymore
when i close my human
eyes, earth worms tickle
my orange stomach,
& i laugh my new
vegetable laugh.
I've come to accept
I'll never do laundry
without losing a sock
I'll never know how
to fold a fitted sheet
or...
...even the face in the mirror
I just don't know why
after having never done so
no more than once or twice
I still believe I can fly
I want to be
one of those pretty birds
who
effortlessly sings
spreads its wings
and pierces the sky
but why try I think sometimes
I might be
I 'm just another broken butterfly
after all
I'm always the white knight
trying to love one
like Jesus
I'm good with things on the ground
like beer, whiskey, and pool
drugs, thugs
what walks the street
the darkness
doesn't consume me
it's just comfortable
but
not
my best happy
what?
do I have to die to fly?
you know how I try
sending words to the sky
believing they'll lift me
well
laugh out loud
I'm just another one
in the
deluded crowd
or
maybe
nobody gets me
yeah
the transformer truck beeps
and backs down the street
it forgets to pick up my garbage
that's okay
it's just another day
I lost a sock
tried to fold a fitted sheet
and
accepted the face in the mirror
Fitted sheet on mattress
Then next the top sheet
First blanket is placed
Pillowcase on pillow
The duvet is next
A choice to make here
One side is plain color
the other has a flora
Some cushions are placed
Bed is now made
Failure
By Jan Beaumont
My face is red, my brow is wet,
My temper's really frayed
I just can't do it, it's too tough
My failure's well displayed.
Though many can, it's just not me,
I'm useless through and through
They've tried to show me but it's just
A thing that I can't do.
I've tried my best, but I give up
I need a whisky - neat,
Don't judge me harshly, life's too short
To fold a fitted sheet!
One hard, metal frame
Split box spring; mattress stacked upon
"500 count-thread" fitted sheet
Flat, satin sheet; neatly spread above all
6 pillows, 3 additional decorative cushions
One oversized, cold, striped bedspread
One Body, to soak up all the comforts?
5/17/11
The spread is very nicely draped.
Slipping into my new made bed,
I pause to ponder how it’s shaped
And where my fine top sheet has fled.
I wonder what I’ve done to her.
Why did she put fitted sheet on top
And not the flat I much prefer?
What did I do to make her swap?
I give a muffled little moan
As I’m foiled at every turn I take.
I’m sleepy and tired right to the bone,
But now I lie here wide awake.
At last I am right on the edge
Of falling asleep, but can’t deny
That I must make a solemn pledge
Her wounded feelings to pacify.
I dwell upon my painful plight,
Then give my pillow a good shake.
If I can but get through the night,
I’ll seek the answer when I wake.
For Andrea’s contest
I used draped, slipping, pause, edge muffled, foiled, wake, deny, dwell, pillow
satin quilt dresses
fitted sheet warms frozen ground
top sheet deflects heat