April 29th Sleeping arrangements

 

April 29th    Sleeping arrangements

 

I slept on a park bench once.

To escape others snoring and my potential lack of sleep,

On a Scouting training weekend meet.

 

I slept on a galley kitchen floor

For a week, what’s more;

To escape similar snorting squeaking roar.

 

I slept on the lower deck, wooden slats;

Next to a giant cannon that’s

On the Golden Hinde.

In a little Harry Potter bag, mind.

 

I’ve slept on the floor of a ferry

Where there were no beds, just floor

And where a gale blew, that the ocean bore.

 

I’ve slept on the top of a mountain, on a boat on the Nile,

I’ve slept in a tent in a field of stingers, in a hut, in a hall,

In a castle, in a yurt, in a cave, in a church.

Top bunk on a train through Siberia to beyond

Next to a giant of a man in a train to Oregon.

 

I’ve done all these things and more

But nothing,

Nothing compares, is more wonderful,

Or more exciting and pleasing above…

Snuggling up to the lady that I love.

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