Ode

        Ode to my bed
My bed,
With many covers
Dressed up like a Pink Cheetah.
Standing out of its base,
It build a small fort
Just to keep me safe.

Under the sheets
I simply am,
Just listening to my bed sing,
"I've got the eye of the tiger!"

I am indeed
Safe under his sheets;
Like a banana is with
A monkey.
He really was
As soft as a cloud.

Its skin stands out
Like a carrot with
A mustache.
I know I'm safe with him
Under his lovely sheets
Because I know he
Protects me like no one else.

That's why I
Will always love and
Cherish my something
Called a bed.