A College Story

I lie in my bed and think
Of places I would like to go
But am interrupted by a stink
Beneath my cotton pillow

My head shot up in surprise
Intrigued by what it might be
But far too quickly did it rise
And I was pained by my curiosity

For you see my ceiling's low
And I sleep on top a bunk bed
So upon rising I was bestowed
A bump on top my forehead

This is a work very much in progress, I was too lazy to finish it today.