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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