Richard thought he
ought to buy
A spare room brand
new bed
To offer comfort to
his visitors
A place to rest a
weary head
The bed a spread to
be admired
A slumber-land of
snooze delight
A dream boat most
luxuriously
A close-together
pleasant night
His outlay maybe
squeezed his cash
Groaning visitors
moaned distress
As he’d dressed this
bed of roses
With a crumbly
battered old mattress
The moral of this
nightmare story
When inviting folk
to sleep
All that glitters
matters not a peep
If mattress quality’s on the cheap
If mattress quality’s on the cheap