So tall and white
So big and bright
We thought we’d found the prize.
A place for books
And other nooks
It fit, was just the size!
So three we bought
For fairness sought
Then loaded sans delay
Boxes so high
You build, that’s why
(All vowels, and one lone K)
One long weekend
Built end to end
The bedrooms were transformed.
With room to store
And room to snore
And extra room for more!
We hit the sheets
With smiles sweet
Knowing we’d tamed the beast.
An end to mess
Loft beds-the best!
We worried not the least.
Then weeks passed by.
I wondered why
Bedtime felt all crazy.
When had I last
Their pillows passed?
Memories were hazy.
A ladder tall
A mom, not small
Makes for a tricky tuck.
A ceiling fan-
You kidding, man?
Goodnight kisses? No luck.
With babes tucked high
I stand and sigh
Beneath their new loft beds
And wonder- when
Will I again
Pat their sweet sleeping heads?
On laundry day
I stand and sway
With sweaty brow and pits.
For changing sheets
A loft bed “treat”
Fitted sheets give me fits!
Desktop clutter
Egad, I mutter
The extra space is full.
What madness is
This spaciousness?
What hoarding have we pulled?
So now I write
Words “big” and “bright”
To sell what we have bought.
“Three loft beds, cheap!”
“They’re really neat!”
“We’veloathedlovedloathed them all a lot!