Uncle Bernie's Bed

Wrote on a whim; liked it enough to post. Poem about a dear Uncle Bernie.

Stuffed turkey,
soft and full like a mattress,
and Uncle Bernie,
with his wooly mammoth collection,
spring spring cleaning
into being entertaining,
and his best comedy
falls in Autumn or Fall
in the holiday
of Thanksgiving

when we sing and we sang
his best poetry,
surrounding the wings,
with orange and red leaves
autumning in the Fall
and on the coarse dirt
and on the last words, quarterless
for his wooly mammoth collection
in the morning in mourning,
on his stuffed mattress,
around his stone grave,
we sing and we sang.