Eight-line Poems 2

Mattress

Mattress

This cheap old mattress has to go,
its tired faults too well I know;
its lumpy landscape hurts my back,
as though it wants to be a rack.

At night it makes me toss and turn,
for softer places I do yearn;
it leaves me raggèd and dark eyed,
the chilly morn sleepless to bide.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 10.26.24
Prompt: Write a lumpy poem.