Oh pillow, oh pillow, my head longs for thee!
I’m sleepy, so sleepy, and you’re waiting for me.
How nice of you to be waiting and calling, not budging or flinching as on you I’m falling.
You’re not as plush as once you were, but you’re not as hard as the day I’ve endured.
So, my pillow, my lumpy friend, on you I rest as this evening ends.
As I repose, hark! Beyond my nose! Tis my phone, a poem, and now a post.