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Maybe I’ll write a poem
About the what and wherefore
Of beds needing changed.

Instead of the toil, I’ll pretend
The work will be done magically,
Pass a wand over a queen-size,
Groan an incantation at a king,
Presto, prepare yourself, chango,
Incomparable sleep in Dreamland,
On its way.