In the pink

We bought it on the internet, you could see its colour clearly.
It matched the curtains perfectly. Well, very, very nearly.
A cover for the duvet, of sumptuous crimson hue,
complete with press-stud fastening, and non-iron cotton too.

On Saturdays we strip the bed and load up the machine.
All bedding, tops and underwear now vanish from the scene.
The duvet lost its radiance, far quicker than you’d think,
but as for us, come night, come day, we’re always in the pink.