Ode to Bed
Someone needed an ode written for class. They wanted it to be about a bed. So I wrote it. And was pleased:
O Rectangle, I love thee much.
You always wait, no matter time.
You are stable and gentle as beauty;
old-age can’t steal your kindness.
You are a box, and no less dumb;
yet your sheets offer genius pity.
People speak love, people speak hate;
but I can trust your silence.
All scream, “Be real! Stay in reality!”
But all that you love is dreams!
