A Matress Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Mattress and roses
A great day in Cascais sunlit and moderately cold.
We are changing a mattress the new one was easy to handle
But the old was too heavy we need someone with
Arm muscles like Hercules and he was healthy.

I was thinking of getting a canary bird, let it fly around,
outside it would be killed by wild birds.

Resolved, the lair, angry disputes that were sealed with love.
Objectified as burrow were children didn't enter.
Someone, homeless can sleep on it before it rains.
Eventually, the old mattress will end up in a landfilling-