Toaster BedA Poem by Marie HarrisonA fantasy that I always have, a bed that's an alarm clock.
Toaster Bed I’d like to buy a toaster bed, of the boldest red. Happily, it would heat me up toasty hot and butter my backside, before projecting me out of the bed and into the shower, at a designated hour each morning. Where shall I place my order? Bloomingdale’s Or Neiman’s?
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Added on June 7, 2010Last Updated on June 19, 2010 Tags: Humor AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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