(obsession
doggerel)
Beddie-Bye: clinomania
He spent
so many hours in bed
That folks
suspected he was dead.
But no! He
just had in his head
A love for
lying ’twixt the sheets—
For him,
among life's greatest treats,
Right near
the top with sex and sweets.
But sex
was complicated stuff—
And
sweets? Well, he had had enough.
So he
would lie there, in the buff,
Until at
last he could decide
If he
preferred his back or side.
But then
one gloomy day he died.
His will
required that in the grave
His bed
must go. And so they gave
Him his
desire: He’d had them save
His final
bed beneath the ground—
With
pillows (fluffed), a blanket ’round
His
body—such a cozy mound
To lie
beneath while you’re below.
And if you
really want to know,
He’s happy
that he’s resting so!
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