Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Monday, August 7, 2017
couplets
Hotel Bed
This is an ode to the hotel bed
that spits you out upon your head.
With mattresses piled to make them wobble,
a night on them will make you hobble.
But if you manage to stay in the middle,
you’ll awake as fit as a fiddle.
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