Bunk Beds are Bonkers
Bunk beds are bonkers - there’s no bed that’s madder!
I wonder who thought up a bed with a ladder.
With steps that you have to ascend, half asleep,
they’re straight up and down - they are steeper than steep!
And when you wake up and you have to descend,
be careful you don’t meet a slip-bumping end.
Just one misplaced foot - you could land on your head!
I tell you they’re quite the most dangerous bed.
But, having said that, there is one thing for sure,
it’s the bed that is highest that no one wants more.
It’s worth every dangerous risk and surprise,
cos the bed underneath is a poor second prize.
I wonder who thought up a bed with a ladder.
With steps that you have to ascend, half asleep,
they’re straight up and down - they are steeper than steep!
And when you wake up and you have to descend,
be careful you don’t meet a slip-bumping end.
Just one misplaced foot - you could land on your head!
I tell you they’re quite the most dangerous bed.
But, having said that, there is one thing for sure,
it’s the bed that is highest that no one wants more.
It’s worth every dangerous risk and surprise,
cos the bed underneath is a poor second prize.
This poem is copyright (©) Fi Calvert 2024
About the Writer
Fi Calvert
Fi is a primary school teacher by day and a poet by night. She had two poems commended in the YorkMix Poems for Children Competition 2021 and has had a poem about a tardigrade published in The Caterpillar. She loves to write poetry for children in the hope they might relate, laugh or both. Her favourite poems to write are inspired by funny or grumpy things her children say.
