Here she comes. the big fat lump, <br />Her clothes come off and then she'll thump, <br />Her backside on my protesting frame, <br />I'm straining now. It's such a shame. <br /> <br />I'm not that old, I'm only two, <br />But such a lot I have been through. <br />She'll toss and turn and she's not light. <br />I groan and creak all through the night. <br /> <br />I feel relief, when come the dawn, <br />She's up and puts her clothes back on. <br />She'll fix my sheets and put me right, <br />All ready for another night. <br /> <br />By the way, this about my bed, <br />Is purely fictional, from my head. <br />There's not a word of it is true. <br />(I hope that this is fooling you) .<br /><br />Lizzy Tomlinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-my-bed/
