Feathers and Foam

(To the tune of “Home on the Range”) Oh, give me a poem filled with feathers and foam From a couch that remains on display, Where, although it was new, it had feathers that flew And that shouldn’t have happened that way. Foam, foam made the change From the pillows where feathers flew free To a place you can sit for much more than a bit Without fluff on your tush or your knee. Oh, how often we try when a purchase we buy To make sure that it’s just what we need, But we never can tell from the places that sell If our comfort will be guaranteed. Foam, foam made the change From the pillows where feathers flew free To a place to relax, good for butts and for backs And I’m sure the poor goose would agree.