My Pillow

When I go to sleep,
I’m certain to frown
If the pillow I lie on
Is not made of down.

Some people like feathers,
Synthetic or foam,
But give me that goose fluff
And I know I’m home.

It needn’t be king-size
Or top-notch grade A,
But goose down below me
Keeps nightmares at bay.

Wherever I travel,
At inn or hotel,
The room may be lovely
But I won’t sleep well.

They’ll try to impress with
Four pillows, or six;
They’ll look very fancy
But feel just like bricks!

I won’t take my pillow
When I go away;
I’ll manage without it,
Although I will pay.

But when I come home
And to bed I will creep,
My pillow will be there
To lull me to sleep.