Cushion Phobia
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I almost love all of my girl,
I love how her flower's always in bloom.
I wish I could say I love her one hundred percent,
But she has one habit in the lounge room.
She loves buying odd numbers of cushions,
Every size from big down to small.
She buys them every time we are walking down town,
And we're shopping in the cushioned up mall.
You see, I don't like cushions, don't like the fight,
Just to find a place to lay.
I want a whole couch to rest and stretch,
Spread out every single week day.
A simple solution came to me quick,
Just popped up as a thought in my head.
To build a cushionless couch, void of the pillow,
And set it up out the back shed.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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