This is the bed in which I lay
The Egyptian cotton sheets I chose
And the new white duvet.
See here I have more feathered pillows than I have heads.
Oh yeah it’s the fanciest of beds.
The mattress is as luxurious as they come
It bends and folds, it massages and rolls.
The bed I lay on in is everything one could want in a bed
Made of premium fabrics and a well appointed base
It’s comfortable and soft, big enough to move around on.
But premium always comes with a price to pay
And my bed’s downfall is the costs to lay
The expense sometimes outweighs the comfort
And other times afflictions don’t abate
The abundance of relaxation presumed is at times an illusion
And still I wait
For I yearn to sleep
A peaceful rest on a well deserved bed.