We were floating on the sea of passion
on our new waterbed,
suddenly it sprang a leak
and the bed went flat.
Our sea of passion floated us
out the bedroom and into the hall.
We tried to cover our bare bits
as the blushes came along.
So much for our new waterbed,
won’t buy another one of them again.
22 November 2008
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-bed-fun-poem-92/
