The Bedmaker

I lay on beds of rose petals

Handpicked from lush and lovely lawns

Fair-haired and sweet as fairy floss

Cast in the verdant hue of bronze

I lay on bunks of bugaboo

Adorned with sharp and fretful thorns

Saw-toothed and dark as magic stones

Culled from the horns of unicorns

I lay on cribs and cots I made

From rise to final curtain call

Unkempt yet snug as bugs in rugs

One grand bedmaking free-for-all!