Ode to My Couch

My couch is orange

My couch is plaid

My couch is unconditionally rad

My couch is squishy

And it has buttons

My roommate leaves crumbs for he is a glutton

It came from the Salvo

It was certainly used

I think my poor couch is used to abuse

My couch is not pretty

But it holds up my butt

There is metal underneath that gave me a cut

You may see me curled up

In a tight little ball

Simply because its neither long or quite tall

On top of the couch

Rests my alpine skis

Truly my couch is the bee's knees

It has no pretensions

Of delusions of grandeur

But nary a couch you will find that is grander