ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

My Doona Keeps on Slipping

My doona keeps on slipping.
It is not much good at gripping.
Come morning, it is lying in a heap.
My whole left side is freezing
Which is very far from pleasing,
And scarcely seems compatible with sleep.

I have tried a bunch of measures
To restore nocturnal pleasures,
But the ending always seems to be the same.
My doona keeps on sliding
In its constant ‘side to side’-ing,
And it seems to treat the whole thing as a game.

I’ve addressed with stern inflections
My bad doona – said directions
Must be followed to the letter, maybe more.
I can shout with whitened knuckles,
But my doona only chuckles
When I say I do not want it on the floor.

When your doona is rebelling,
There is not a way of telling
When next you’ll get another chance to dream.
I will not resort to boozing,
But you’ll know that I am losing
If sometime after dark you hear a scream!

© Stephen Whiteside 29.10.2016

Oh Stephen, I really needed a good laugh today! Thank you!!

I have the solution ...

I chastised my errant doona -
told it firmly I would sooner
live in Queensland where it's hot beyond belief!
Then my doona could be hidden
till it did as it was bidden
while I slept with just a sheet - in sweet relief!!!



Cheers
Shelley

Great poem, Stephen, but a doona is the most useless invention since the helicopter ejection seat. Too hot, too cold, or on the floor. Sheets and blankets forever!

David (President of the International Sheet and Blanket Society)

If you're the president, David, I must be the secretary!

Hate the things ... heavy, constrictive and claustrophobic!

Cheers
Shelley

David and Shelley, I have sheets and blankets, too, but the doona seems to keep bullying them! Having said all of that…no…I still love my doona.

Quilted bedspread for me.