So many great poems about... couches!

 

Zounds! I had no idea this would be such a popular topic!

Jill Scoggins told a great story:

Leather sofa has
“baseball stitching” that hubby
loves. So we keep it.

He’s a sports writer.
Sports rules his life. So it rules
mine to a degree.

Twenty-plus years on,
sofa needs retiring. But…
he can’t let it go.

We had this tale from IPLawGuy:

Made partner, bought couch
Office move, took the couch home
Cat pee; had to go.

And Desiree's family had a dog/couch issue:

“No dogs on the couch!”
That is what my parents said.
“Yeah, right” said the dogs.

Dr. Daniel Price used the couch to good effect:

My plan: get her to
sit there, so that she'd then want
it. Sofa, so good.

Christine, like WCWM, had a blue couch:

Faded, blue leather
Have spent so many a night
Enjoying sweet dreams.

And so many anonymous but excellent entries, like this:

Some timely advice:
I wouldn't sit there if I
Were you -- couch, three kids.

And this:

Brown corduroy couch
So ugly but so comfy!
Felt like a warm hug

And this:

Lumpy dumpy couch
Got it from the (wrong) roadside
Still sitting on it.

And this:

Soporific couch
Two minutes before sleep hits
Magical sofa.

And, finally, this:

Three dogs. One love seat.
One has to go. A problem.
Dog ate the couch. Solved.