There is a place where the bedframe ends
And before the rest of the world begins,
And there my queendom’s shelter and light,
And there my pillowy throne room’s might,
And there snacks, books, and art supply,
Are my world—a reality out of print.

Let me stay in this place of eternal snacks
And during the dark I can Zoom my friends.
Pots on the windowsill where my house plants grow
Where the outside ledge feeds a friendly crow.
And I watch there the chalk-white chemtrails go
To a place where the sun burns hot.

Yes I will keep feeding my friendly crow
And will worry about burning too much CO⁽²⁾.
For I am scared for the rest of the world to know
Of my place where the bedframe ends.

Well you may have guessed: a rejiggling of Shel Silverstein's "Where the sidewalk ends" with a lot of his words incorporated.