A Poem About Mattresses
/The mattresses went up and down twice.
Once to be placed on the bed
The old ones removed downstairs
Via the bathroom to make space as the new ones came up
The new ones went down
as the old ones came up
Via the bathroom to make space
They weren't right
Weren't comfy
Too fakey
I don't know
I don't understand
So we wait for the new mattresses to come
To be brought upstairs
Whilst the old ones get taken downstairs
Via the bathroom to make space
This thing, that not even she will sleep on
Wasn't right
So we will make it right
Her standards are so high
Things have to be right
To make it so perfect
To make it lovely
And she'll be right.
They will be right
They will be perfect
Me?
Id’ve kept the sodding things
Once the first mattress was in
I couldn't be arsed to do it all over again
But I'll drag em up and down and down and up
via the bathroom to make space and into the spare room
Wherever they need to go
Cos she's right
It'll be nice
it'll be perfect
Her standards for perfection are impeccable
So admirable
Things are nice when they're right
Me?
If it lands mainly flat and not too much in the way,
Then that's fine by me
I'll step over it for the rest of my life rather than perfect its position
Her standards are so high
That an egg had to be just right
And sausages?
Where do we start on sausages?
Boston.
That's where we start on sausages
And end
Me?
How can someone with such high standards be with me?
For so long?
I'm no Boston sausage.
Hardly the perfect fried egg
I had a mild panic attack losing half the family whilst buying two mattresses, which came up and down twice
Via the bathroom to make space
I knew from that first crazy night
As we kaleidoscoped on a ride
As we talked and never left each others side
And all these years later, two thirds the life of a cat,
I can see her walk along in a hat
And I smile and see that wonderful being whose made me happy
Whose taught me to appreciate it being right.
To love the life we have
This life that we've made together
With two lives we've made together
Wouldn't be anywhere near perfect with just me
She's allowed me to grow, to morph, to be
And she's still the same beautiful person I met on a sofa all those years ago
The same person whose blossomed
And grown
Me?
Id've never bought the mattresses in the first place
By Simon Zec
From: United Kingdom
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