Futon Farewell
Farewell to our futon.
Oh, my gratitude runs deep
For all the years you've given us
Or guests the gift of sleep.
Yes, you were tough to open
And a bigger pain to close.
You also scratched our wall up,
But that's just the way it goes.
You have surely served your purpose
Though by now you're past your prime
Which is why it's adios, man;
For all things there comes a time.
Soon there'll be a brand-new sofa
In that newly vacant space
But you'll be in futon heaven,
Which should be a saving grace.
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