Ode To The Couch
You, who are always where I leave you.
Your’e firm and plush
A fabric that beckons me
To please, do not rush
You know just how to hold me
To support, to coddle, to brush
My body is so tired
Sometimes, you make my skin flush
When I invite another
You never tell us to shush
Alone, we can be rowdy
Your squeak is impossible to hush
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