O, Downstairs Duvet, you warm up my life,
As the winter approaches, you save me from strife.
I sit on the sofa, clutching my book,
But even my eyes are frozen, so I can hardly look.
My little old house has no central heating,
I turn on the fire but the joy is so fleeting.
Shivering, shuddering, a thought strikes my mind,
A duvet for downstairs, that would be so fine!
And now I am no longer sad as I read,
I think about what a nice life I do lead.
A book in one hand and a cup of tea too,
O Downstairs Duvet, I love you.
You cover me, cuddle me, keep me from cold,
I’d ask you to marry me, if I were bold.
And now when I hear the rain falling down,
I grab Downstairs Duvet and wrap it around.
And so I look forward to the cold winter evenings,
When Downstairs Duvet will make an appearance.
O Downstairs Duvet, you light up my life,
As the winter approaches, you save me from strife.
Posted by Carrie on October 21, 2012 at 10:16
I’m in love with my duvet, too. It’s a necessity.
Posted by lazylauramaisey on October 21, 2012 at 17:03
Tell me about it. People must have lived sad empty lives before the invention of the duvet.
Posted by Read Stuff With Me! on October 21, 2012 at 11:51
Wow! I really did enjoy reading it
Posted by lazylauramaisey on October 21, 2012 at 17:03
Why thank you! Maybe I’ll become a poet…?
Posted by The Waiting on October 21, 2012 at 23:43
This was great! There needs to be more poetry about bedding.
Posted by lazylauramaisey on October 22, 2012 at 07:10
I couldn’t agree more!
Posted by Alex Jones on October 24, 2012 at 05:41
Ode to a Duvet, could catch on during these long winter nights.
Posted by lazylauramaisey on October 24, 2012 at 06:22
Yeh, it’s starting to get quite chilly, isn’t it? I’d be lost without Downstairs Duvet.