EnjoyTheBedFeeling
An Old Poem I Discovered From 2016
Seems I have been writing poems for a bit longer than I thought. This is the original text from the Seven Days In post
The thing is it's Saturday tomorrow so this is a distinct possibility for all of us. And I need some music to go with it, and I think Kites by Simon Dupree and The Big Sound (who later morphed into the excellent Gentle Giant) but be a perfectly ethereal way to wrap this up. The video is something I took at the Washington Kite Festival in 2010 which I went to with Fiona, my friend Nicky and her children Sharné, Alisha and Donovan
This is what it looks like on my blog complete with spelling mistakes:
EnjoyTheBedFeeling
The Mattress Fits You
The Sheets Do Too
The Feel Just The Right Warmth
The Pillows are Perfect
The Window is Open
The Breeze is Lovely
EnjoyTheBedFeeling
I don't want to get up
I wish it was like this
When I got into bed
I know work is a necessary evil
But I have an Hour yet
To
EnjoyTheBedFeeling
Warm
Cozy
Warm
Perfect
Perfect
EnjoyTheBedFeeling
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Comments (10)
Good job Mikey
Love the feeling of a warm bed. Wonderful poetry.
Very nice- makes me feel cozy 😊
You know I love my bed, lol! Awesome poem!
Thank you everyone for your supportive lovely comments
Nicely done. I know that feeling.
Perfect!!! Loving it!!!💖💖💕
Very good!!! Excellent...!!! One of your best.
I love being in bed so much, and this captured the warmth and wonderfulness so well!
I felt this so much! I wish you wrote music! (I bet you do) 🫠