Couch Poems - Poems about Couch

Ladies marry the man of their dreams in a church Eventually... she ends up married to a couch that burps Happens the world over From Brisbane to Dover He could be an axe murderer so things could be worse...

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Depressed by the facts of him who he had chosen. Loud mouthed and foolish, he'd often make mistakes using what was stored never replenishing it. She bought twenty cans of canned sausage (number #10 cans). She would be the devout wife but she needed to handle the situation with the delicate detail of a looser type woman. She bought three packs...

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Just a small piece of time For a little peace of mind. I’m piecing it all together While I sit comatose Viewing the News in disbelief. Disgusted, I divert my attention To the puzzle of Leonardo de Vinci’s The Last Supper. And I mumble to myself, “Jesus, what in the world is going on?" I reach...

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Nowadays, to buy a couch, You make your choice online, By picking out a fabric, color, Size, price and design. You do not have a way to tell, When shove comes after push, How it will feel once it arrives And you plop down your tush. So yes, you can return it If you don’t like what you see, But be prepared to pay A...

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Laying on the couch long enough your bottom side looks like a prune...

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He started sleeping On the couch Years ago, The main room Where the couch is Is where London Wanted to be, And he wanted To be with her, Even though London is gone, He’s not ready To go back To his bed. ...

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Not an Idaho brand Excess weight demand Exercise in hesitate Many people can relate Body fat Before and no after fact The couch being the guest of human weight For Heaven’s sake The problem of give and take Get up from the couch Some people become a slouch Exercise is the way to get rid of fab Physical Fitness tab Give the couch a break If the couch...

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I worry about a deep scratch, That is on the glass, not the hatch. On couch, keep a clutch - Your blow’s a bit much, When farts, with a stain, do dispatch....

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From the Couch (3/7/23) From the couch I see all When they stand And when they fall I lean back On the couch Change to chill From a grouch From the couch I give orders School, food intake Govern borders Is my voice Heard from couch? Does it carry As I slouch? From the couch I’m no queen Life carries on Chaos unseen They guide their day While on couch I do not move I but crouch From the couch Fights...

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The plaid couch was well-built in 1972. We purchased it brand new from a ritzy furniture store. I was not fond of the plaid, but it was fairly inexpensive. Little Plaid could tell stories about my potato chip binges. Many of them ended up in bits under her cushions. Her Scotch guard was remarkable. She is fifty-one years old now. Sitting in...

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Philip's aunt is not flippant! But Adam's aunt is Adamant! Comfort is on chair, And she is comfortable, How so when she is not Mensiah, Faso? Oh wow! So Denis can be dentist, Ahh... and Albert is here while others Advert, Silly! Call me our Asian friend- Billy, That to do, I should plea? My coach is my co, ouch! Another...

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Couch potatoes never see the light, Seldom produce real potatoes, Or much else that is palatable. They leave switches on 24 seven, And don't know what is the purpose of an off switch, Resulting in bed sores, Though they seldom get as far as the bed. It is only the sight of grandchildren, That is likely to shift them, Into second gear,...

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My get up and go Took off on its knees Like a tree screaming out When it loses it leaves My day and night Lost in translation I glance out of my window To witness life and its elation But i can't say hello To a world that says 'Ouch' So i sit in repetition Here on my potato couch Day time tv Reminds me its time...

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Won’t you please take me back To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio Covered in leather with glorious knobs That brought me the glorious music of The Beatles While I played very carefully with Her precious dog collection Some tiny, some large Hand blown glass or...

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I pissed my dog off today He wouldn't listen to what I had to say He didn't have to be such a grouch I just wanted him off my couch Why is he so mad, I didn't even holler I just pulled on his collar He was being such a jerk and wanted to fight Snarled and growled and gave me...

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