Oh fitted sheet,
Why must thou be so cruel?
I only wish to make the bed,
And you want to duel.
It matters not,
Which way I spin you 'round,
For up pops one side,
As I tuck the other down.
Alas! I give up!
You've won this war.
Just stay there, you cad,
Heaped upon the bedroom floor.
5 comments:
HA! That's too cute. And true.
WELL SAID.
Fitted sheets blow.
I hate folding them, too.
EXACTLY! Why don't they just make them all, well, a little bit bigger so they flipping fit?
They should be called not-fitting fitted sheets.
PS Your poem rules.
I LOVE this poem! I think I might print it out and tape it to the inside of my linen closet for a smile each time I have to make my bed!
So TRUE!
It makes me feel SO much better to know that I'm not the only one that can't handle a fitted sheet... I mean a not-fitting fitted sheet.
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