Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner

My writing is worth something.
A ticket to the provincial Jr.Scholar's of Canada writing competition.

They go like this.

Poem:

Bed Dread

My bed shivers…
My bed quivers…
My bed won’t ever feel my love.

I won’t sleep there
I won’t weep there
It won’t ever feel me touch.

It won’t embrace me;
It won’t face me.

It makes no noise, but a groan.

Inside its sheets I am sinking
Beneath pillows I am thinking
And it makes me feel alone.