Ode To Couch

Oh couch

Your cushioning surface

Breaks the limits of comfort

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