The Couch - Poem by Paul Gomez
What do you take advantage of each and every day.
What cuddles you and comforts you when you're too sick to play.
When you're tired and need a rest after a long day of work.
What is waiting with open arms and not offended when you burp?
When your upset your wife and she kicks you out of bed.
What is ready to provide you with a place to rest your head?
I'm talking about the thing that sits around the house.
If you still don't know what it is, I will tell you. It's a couch.
Tell your couch you love it and give it a great big hug.
Who knows where you would be without it, most likely on the rug.
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