I'm mostly interested in sitting in my comfortable easy chair, wearing my satin smoking jacket and fez cap and sipping on a tall refreshing glass of warm Dr. Pepper while watching Junior chase his tail around and around on the living room carpet.
After three weeks on Craigslist she finally sold. In honor of my old couch's passage to a new owner, I penned this here ode:
You are an old couch you're cushions are weary with age Many bodies, writhing and contorted have sought comfort in your billowy foam-filled arms You gave ease to the many masses, the tired and weary the family and friends who made themselves at home they came to you, over and over And you never let them down not even for the occasional sleep-over the hours and the lifetimes you were a part of and now we must part aged, you are still strong stained and torn, you still have yet much to give another stranger, another friend, another soul looking for comfort and rest in your billowy foam-filled arms. To a new house, a new home, I will soon sit in you no more but I will remember my old couch.