Winning the Ugly Couch Contest
Is what we want to do
This is my little poem
To surely convince you
Handed down from father to son
It has a 6 inch gap
It's really hard to rest on it
Or even take a nap
It's yellow, brown, and blue
And quite an ugly plaid
If it doesn't make you sick
It'll surely make you sad
When our friends come over
For an occasion we have planned
They take a look ar our furniture
And say "No we'd rather stand"
When we need a jug of milk
I run to my money pouch
Only to find it empty
We blame it on the couch
My boyfriend somethimes turns to me
And says "How bout some take out honey?"
I just turn to him and say....
"The couch has got our money"
Someday we talk of having children
And how we'd like to raise 'em
But what we're really afraid of is.....
The couch is gunna eat 'em
It's become a part of our family
It almost looks kinda ganster
But would not hurt our feelings
Watching it go in the dumster
So please take into consideraton
That where we laugh and sit
Is what we like to refer to as....
The never endless pit
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