At Jordan's Furniture the sleep technicians,
so says the ad, are pleased to offer us
the best line—kings, queens, doubles. Jordan's knows
mattresses; and, blessed with this omniscience,
its modern acolytes of Morpheus
are experts in the science of repose.
They may know mattresses. They don't know sleep.
Sleep is a gift from God. And even He
could send us, instead of springs and Polyfil,
cushions of ether spirited from the air,
and still—like the princess battered through a heap
of twenty royal featherbeds—and still
we'd lie awake. There is no warranty,
even at Jordan's, that covers the sleeve of care.
so says the ad, are pleased to offer us
the best line—kings, queens, doubles. Jordan's knows
mattresses; and, blessed with this omniscience,
its modern acolytes of Morpheus
are experts in the science of repose.
They may know mattresses. They don't know sleep.
Sleep is a gift from God. And even He
could send us, instead of springs and Polyfil,
cushions of ether spirited from the air,
and still—like the princess battered through a heap
of twenty royal featherbeds—and still
we'd lie awake. There is no warranty,
even at Jordan's, that covers the sleeve of care.