Couches and Couches

I sat upon couches and couches To search for a new one to buy, Yet each had a negative aspect, Though my husband gave each one a try. Some had shapes that I didn’t approve of, Others colors that had no appeal. Quite a few were so deep, my legs dangled And I hated how that made me feel. We saw fabrics and leathers and pillows, Most of which I rejected on sight, But we finally found one, not perfect, Though much better than merely all right. Did we buy it? Not yet, but I’m thinking, For I need time to sit and decide And my good-natured husband is waiting, For with what I conclude, he’ll abide.