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.