Under the Couch
Under the couch
(I can see, if I crouch)
Is a puzzle's green square.
(How'd it ever get there?)
There's a paperback book
And I'm sure, if I look,
There'll be more than just dust;
(Pegs and Legos, I trust.)
When a toddler's around
There is sure to be found
Lots of stuff 'neath the couch;
(And to this, I can vouch!)
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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