Pillow, sweet pillow,
How you bend like a willow;
Your polyester stuffing,
Your tender, loving fluffing,
Comfort me like nobody can.

I ask for a companion,
I get a bouncy canyon,
Cradling,
Hugging,
Holding me tight
Like the roots of a banyan.

You never complain,
Stay dry in the rain,
Wait for me without pain,
Lay in bed for my mane.

Does any mate treat you less kindly?
Does your silence mean you mind me?

How shall I count the ways I love you?
The way you look in a fresh pillow case?
The way you give every bed a complement?
The way others admire you when we’re together?

A few rhymes cannot suffice,
Never once, twice or thrice,
A throw of the dice,
To describe how you entice
One such as me, among mice,
To say you’re more than nice.

To you I bow my head,
At a loss for words,
Because you tempt me to sleep
Like an air traffic controller
With only a radar screen
To dream, drool and snore upon.

Sweet dreams, pillow!
I dare say “I love you!”?