In which Holly writes a poem about her couch:
Couches were designed
For dogs
But humans
Can sit on them too
And tend to like it.
Most dogs will allow
Their humans
To get on the couch
Although the humans
Might shed a little.
My human sheds
Very long dark brown hairs
Almost black.
Some couches are small
But as the biggest
Dog in the Universe
I need a huge one.
It’s even long enough
To accommodate
My human’s hair.
I like my couch a lot
But I wasn’t too concerned
When it disappeared from my life
Around the time when
I took possession of this new house.
But yesterday three men came
And brought me my couch
And I remembered it fondly
And realized I had actually
Missed it.
A lot.
I love my couch.
So I slept on it all day
And I let my human
Lie on it too
Though she didn’t sleep.
Humans are weird.
