September 2nd

Whether it the satin sheets of a five star hotel

I still wouldn’t sleep all that well

It’s not just the sheets that cause distress

But the unfamiliar pillow and mattress

I’ll start my uncomfy bed frustration

With goldilocks style elimination

If I’m going to have a silent night

I need a bed that is just right

Single, double, queen or king size

Is considered before I close my eyes

Sheets or duvet pyjamas or pant less

It’s all Willy nilly in my unconsciousness

How my head lays when asleep I go

Is all determined by the cut of my pillow

Bouncy, alive, floppy or dead

Or folded over to support my head

Wake up in the night just to check

A sharp pain running down my crocked neck

Duck down or goose or whatever you’re used to

Nothing will make your dreams come true

When I think of the pillows come and gone

With my DNA strands and my dribble on

The nicest pillow that money can afford

Gets eaten up the wonky headboard

As Dorothy said, ‘There’s no place like home’

And there is no pillow like your own