Poems

A Couch's Thoughts

These people are slobs, that's all I can say

They think I'm something for their objects to stay

With a couch in the house, why put things away?

It's not like you need me to sit or to lay

I'm covered in stains, both old and new

Here's a little ranch dressing and a bit of beef stew

Here's a bit of drool when the baby saw blue

Can a couch get respect from all that we do?

I've been taken apart and put together too often

I have bits and pieces from Tampa to Boston

I have a spring that is missing, and don't know what it's lost in

I wish that I had never been brought in

(Rhyme, Personification, Stanza)