Ode
to the cold spot in my bed
You stand alone all through the day
About twelve hours until I come again
When I do come back
You provide me with the best comfort
Sometimes you make me too warm
But whenever I roll over to that cold spot
That you keep the perfect temperature for twelve
hours
I fall to a deeper state of comfort
And for that I thank you
You cool me down when I over heat
And awaking me when I am to cold
You’re like a perfect thermostat in my bed
i think this ode is interesting in the fact that it's a spot on the bed. I wonder if you heat the spot will there be other cold spots?
ReplyDeleteFor me, this would be a seasonal ode :) I don't sing the praises of the cold spot during this time of year. This time of year, it makes me yelp! :)
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