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 © | Year Posted 2016

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Smith Avatar
September 2, 2016 at 3:26 PM
So true. I was looking for my bookmark yesterday and discovered many unknown lost treasures.
Allison Avatar
September 2, 2016 at 2:25 PM
ha ha ha and check your slippers for lego too Ilene:-) you get so much inspiration from your grandson and write such charming poems as a result:-) hugs Jan xx
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