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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