Ode To Couch
Oh couch
Your cushioning surface
Breaks the limits of comfort
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And put me in a state of zeal
Your arm rest
Oh what magic ye hold
The power to make one slumber
And make a hard day soft
Comfortable in they grasp
I give myself to thee
In hopes and high spirits
That our connection will never fade
For your legs stand tall with might
OH couch I submerge myself
Within they tavern
And sip upon the drool
Of utmost comfort OH couch
I am one with thee