I have a big, frumpy cushion on my bed
Its feels very soft and it comforts my head.
But sometimes, my cushion, I find, disappears
And then I feel sad and unflumpy for years
I hunt high and low, I look all over the place
I seek and I search, getting dust on my face.
Eventually, I give up, such an ache in my head
But when I lay down, I find it back on my bed.