My Dear Dear Water Bed

My dear, dear water bed,
It's sad for me to say
And it feels me with dread
To tell you that you cannot stay.

You let me down!
Had you not sprang a leak
You would still be around,
But now a replacement I seek.

So over the hill and through the dale
A suitable sub I seek.
Find a bed that will not pale
Find a bed that will not leak.

Soft ones, hard ones, and in between
Tested them all till I was weak
And I say this not to be mean,
But water bed, not one will spring a leak.

So dear waterbed of 40 years
You must be tossed
We must part, albeit with fears.
So why do I feel like I have lost?

Can I love a waterbed?  I love you!