The King Size Bed Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

They bought themselves a giant bed
which had a foot end and a head.
A doonah soft as vulvar velvet
bookcase in case you want to shelve it...
(I mean the book on perfect sex)
(sometimes these books will put the hex
on those who follow the instructions)
and talk about a neat seduction,
four pillows, European style
perfect for propping pelvis while
one laps there in pure luxury
the fragrance of felo-de-se,
a feather, soft from Mother Goose
for prompting never-ending juice,
and room to man a battlestation
all for the joys of fornication.

Apologies dear Lord, I gather
you'd much prefer we beat our lather
to generate offspring at night,
I need to pass, tis dynamite.