Strange Bedfellows
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS
What strange bedfellows this alien, and I make
But, it was really just a matter of give and take
I'd read a book, he; forever watching the stars
He, could never really takes his eye off of Mars
Says he has a brother there, he's waiting a call
And that odd way on my bed he likes to sprawl
His feet upon the pillows, he gets a better view
Looking at the cosmos for out that may be new
I wouldn't say he snores, but he makes a noise
Because after eating gherkins boys will be boys
I thought he was levitating, as the quilt did rise
But; was just wind, it brought tears to my eyes
He doesn't like to get out of bed in the morning
Lies with his one eye open, its quite concerning
Joined Netflix, so he could the watch sci-fi films
Then just about anything to feed his odd whims
He likes Alan Titchmarsh on a Sunday afternoon
Charlie Dimmock with her huge braless balloons
He got a job at Walmart; bringing the trolleys in
It makes him right happy, where he likes to sing
Then it's back home to bed with his goodies bag
It's just comfort eating, as for him time does lag
Waiting on the stars to align so he can go home
Until, he's the best bedfellow I have ever known
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
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