Monday, February 07, 2005

Ode to a Brown Couch

You are worn and tired
But as reliable as an old shoe
The favorite Sunday afternoon nap place
A nest for reading on snowy days
The spot where all my knitting needles get lost
Nine feet long, how did we get you up the stairs?
A couch so big, Randy and I can both stretch out
Nestled against distant arm rests

Brown couch, you should be banished to the basement
You have all the glamour of a paper bag
Where you ever new?
Did you always look like a Good Will find?
From your first day, did you have a lumpy, worn look?
I've seen couches just like you abandoned along the road
Yet we could never give you up
Not even to the basement
I think it's time for a nap

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