One pops out above me,
One pops out below.
These obstacles shove me
To mattress' hollow,
Where I feel so lonely—
I am afraid to hit the hay.
Now I cannot slumber—
Springs of bed decay.

One digs in my spine, curled;
It does not feel fine.
I'd like to call my girl—
I can't reach the line.
One night I was dreaming,
When one plunged into vertebrae,
Luckily, not lumbar.
Springs of bed decay

Me, I'm the spring-ducking kind.
I quickly hunch so they cannot punch
A hole in my behind,
Tuck my rear away
To save my butt
From makeshift tines* curled
Too close to my buns.
How these things unwind! Furled
Before they're unsprung.

So now I am scheming
How to keep myself from harm's way.
I will be dismembered,
If here I do stay.

So I become a fluff guy—
Jump up, pay big bucks for one that's stuffed
With down, the eider kind:
Duck again. I lay on powderpuff.
It's a supine world
That can't come unsprung.
In my mind, dreams fine whirl.
I doze on and on.

Slumbertime, I'm dreaming
Deep in fluff, I won't spring awake.
He's got my sleep number:
Hypnos,* king till day.