Pillow Talk

I require precise
Pillow proportions
Or else my neck
Goes into contorions

Pillows too flat
They make me sad
Pillows too fat
They make me mad

Don’t ask me to sleep
On pillows too lumpy
In case you’re not sure
They make me grumpy

Not too squooshy
Is also required
But if a pillow’s too hard
It also gets fired

I’m very particular
What goes under my head
When I put on my pj’s
And climb into bed
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Peanut Butter Blues

Hubby and I mostly
Eye to eye see
But here’s a few places
We do not agree

For peanut butter I
Like Skippy that’s creamy
But Hubby thinks nutty
And natural’s dreamy

Christmas carols
I like the tried and true
But Hubby likes snazzy
Jazzy and new

For toothpaste he uses
The bitterest flavors
But give me more sweetened
My taste never wavers

An umbrella is something
We never do share
The right height for me
Will poke in his hair

But held up for Hubby
Who’s six feet-one tall
I get as wet as
No umbrella at all

I use three pillows
Big, full and fluffy
One flat, flimsy thing’s
For hubby’s enoughy

We’ve learned to accept
Each other’s quirks
To each his own
A motto that works

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