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
Reowr 
My couch just blows raspberries at me.
As long as it’s not misinterpreted, it’s all good.
😀
That sounds like my couch 🙂
Haha, maybe they got fibers from the same factory. 😀
yes. this is fun and clever. I like this
Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it! 🙂