What’s this about the bed of Ware?
The bed of where?
The bed of Ware
I hear it’s big:
Indeed what’s more,
I heard it once slept 44!
Incredible! That’s quite a feat
This bed is more than just a treat
It’s twice as long
and twice as deep
I’ll surely love this coming sleep.*
The Great Bed of Ware
*Ironnically those who attempted to sleep in this famous bed would find themselves beaten and bruised in the morning*
Warmly in embrace you lie
brushing ears with slumbers sigh
flesh pressed close in dreams
In night breeze
where no light breaks
Your glued tight eyes flicker
lips mouth silent ethereal chat
but it’s not their fault!
steeling the screen
with silver-tongued tales
rattle at minds…
To furnish the soul?
A hundred times and more a day
A thousand radio waves
To a million open eyes
Each simply charmed by charming ways!
David says all information
is great for building a common nation.
So he’s pleased to see this fairy notion,
is backed by newsreel allegations:
That ministers’ – leading the restoration –
weigh heavy in fear
of mass publication!
So gleefully mass ignorance
is fed and bloated by conglomerates
Sealed with affection
and cooked – till black
then hid away!
On the streets,
on these sleepy streets
Chat is rife with the tales they tell
our TV’s, monitors, papers are full
of well written tales –
They tell them so well.
Open a window –
To let in the sound of the dark of the night.
The whirring the murmurs:
A humming drone deafens your sleep-centred thoughts.
That silent sigh slips to the front of your mind.
A silence not broken,
A quietness defined.
So laying awake at the dawn of the morning
A wide open window –
For sleep-needy eyes.