Beds (Fun Poem 149)
Beds come in various sizes
singles, doubles and extra-large.
However, most stand about two to three feet
above the floor with the mattress,
but what happens when you get one
that is lower than that?
Imagine one that stands
thirteen inches above the floor,
and if you are like me six foot three.
You sit on the edge and you think
you just sat in a hole
with you chin resting on your knees,
and if you roll over
you at least haven’t far to fall.
You might smile at that,
but while on holiday
that is just what happened to me.
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