An ode to my bed

I love my bed it must be said.
It's my favourite place when I'm almost dead.
When I'm knackered tired with legs like lead.
I long to be in my lovely bed.

It's 11pm and my eyes are red.
Being awake any longer fills me with dread.
The day is done, I'm watered and fed.
Now I'm off to lie down in my heavenly bed.

I don't sleep the best.
But it's lovely to rest.
My baldy head in my lovely bed.


This will annoy the hell out of one person. Haha.