My Couch Poem by Randy McClave

You are my comfort when I want to sit
With my legs crossed or even stretched,
You are always a perfect fit.

When I get hungry and wanting to eat
Whether it's breakfast, lunch or even dinner,
You are there, my comfortable seat.

When with my love and I am wanting to spoon
You are always comfortable for us two,
You give us plenty of legroom.
In my house you were strategically placed
In front of the tv, near the kitchen and the bathroom,
You are where my headquarters are based.

Sometimes at night when standing up I truly dread
I then feel and see the comfort in you,
For the night you then become my comfy bed.

You have helped me not staying a mean tired grouch
You gave me rest, peace and warmth and solitude,
Indeed you are my friend and companion, my couch.

Randy L. McClave