| Bunk Bed Memories Nights in my childhood bedroom were adventures you wouldn’t believe We would switch on the light with the reach of a broom While our parents sat downstairs naïve It was then that we transferred our bunk bed Into dozens of wonderful things And under is where our dog Punk fled when we shot jelly beans with our slings Its no wonder that Mom gave up trying To make up our bed every day She came out of there mumbling and sighing words we kids were forbidden to say Some occasions I really was tired my brother was worse than a pain he’d crush the snack bag he’d acquired and pelt me with Frito Lay rain If I could go back for a minute Or a moment if that would allow I would soak up the memories in it And sneak back with my slingshot somehow |
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