Many Holes Poem by Bounty Hunter

This couch may look untended to,
With many holes and broken shoes
But in our hearts this couch will lie,
For many times it's held us cry.
Though tattered arms, unstable catch,
This couch has not yet met it's match.
Family, friends, flatmates too,
Have laughed, played and slept on you.
Though many suns you've seen go round,
Alas, you've never made a sound.
Endless thoughts conceived on you,
In troubled minds you're buried true.
Countless times you've caught us fall,
Far more stable than us all.

Oh dear sweet couch we love you so,
But time has come to let you go.
You've kept our secrets,nursed our souls,
We needed you with many holes.