The big comfy bed is always there tempting me,
But I must withhold my urge to sleep with thee.
I have so many things that I must do in my day,
I wish that it didn't always have to be this way.
But my big comfy bed, I will return to you soon.
Just like I do every tiring night under the moon.
Wait for me to climb lovingly upon you for some rest.
The gift of my big comfy bed makes me feel blessed.
Poem is written by me.
The photo is mine.
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