A Preference of Bedding

It seems in Indiana in the Spring
Flower bedding is the only thing
That everybody has the urge to do
To give their lawns a prize-awarding view.

But I, I’m just a misplaced city gal
Who has no interest in the rationale
Of flower bedding when the Spring breaks through.
For that desire my mind has not one clue.

I say that flower bedding’s not for me.
I’d rather spend my time more happily
In bedding where true bedding ought to be:
Between the sheets with a manly bonhomie’