Grouch

My couch is a grouch;
It constantly moans.
Whenever I sit,
It grumbles and groans.
It eats all my socks
And steals all my change;
My friends even say
It’s really quite strange.
It hates when I spill
Or drop any food
And rubs at my skin
To tell me I’m rude.
But I understand,
Now thinking it through,
If I were sat on
I’d be a grouch too!

© Sonya Annita Song

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7 thoughts on “Grouch

  1. My couch just blows raspberries at me.

    1. As long as it’s not misinterpreted, it’s all good.

  2. Because I Love To Write June 15, 2013 — 2:28 pm

    That sounds like my couch 🙂

    1. Haha, maybe they got fibers from the same factory. 😀

  3. yes. this is fun and clever. I like this

    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it! 🙂

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