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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #2138701
I entertain the boss with a tale to keep from getting fired.

There was a time, not long ago,
when I was threatened by the boss.
He said if I was late once more,
I would be fired—it’d be my loss.

Well, sure enough I overslept
and came in late, my face all red.
But he liked entertainment, so
I told him of arresting bed.

“One dark and stormy night,” said I,
(as I looked bossman in the face),
“Warm milk within the core of me,
  all night accoutrements in place,”

“I pulled the covers to my neck
  and closed my eyes to welcome dreams.”
“Yet then my bed grabbed hold of me
  and I released a hundred screams.”

“I kicked my legs and flailed my arms
  as I discerned the bed had will.”
“I knew not what was happening;
  was my queen bed intent to kill?”

“So hard I fought—I wrenched my back;
  the quilt and covers found the floor.”
“The arms of Posturepedic held;
  I sought release, yet it held more.”

“The bed frame crashed against the wall
  as I in spasm struggled on.”
“All through the night I was in siege;
  I was mere putty at the dawn.”

“Bereft of all my energy
  and shaken to the dark of death,
I stopped resisting totally,
  and in some calm I held my breath.”

“I noticed that the bed relaxed
and then, at last, I got away.”
“This took the spring right out of me:
  I don’t know what more I can say,”

“except I do enjoy my job,
  and hope that you will understand.”
“I’d like to keep on working as
  a salesman here at Mattress Land.”

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Writer’s Cramp Winner
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