Ode To My Sofa

Ode To My Sofa

So soft and warm,
just right for my ass.
I just can't resist you
whenever I pass.

Sure, I should be jogging
or maybe lifting some weights.
But you and I, dear Sofa,
are linked by my fate.

Call me "couch potato,"
or "lazy," or "lump."
Call me any name you want,
as long as you pamper my rump.

Oh, Sofa, dear Sofa,
how I wish I could quit you.
But you're even better with age
then when you were new.

Stop tempting me, Sofa,
with your cushiony feel!
You've become my permanent home
in-between meals.

I'm leaving you, Sofa!
It's the end of the line!
Well, maybe tomorrow.
I'll nap just one more time.