Creativity comes and goes.
That’s what she believes, she named Cho.
Cho happens to be a potato.
Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows.
When Cho the potato gets creative,
She eases in with simple watercolor.
Creativity starts to be invasive
as her mind races for more, oh brother.
Oils, dance, pottery, and art,
She gains quite the speed.
Cho doesn’t see art out of her league.
Creativity makes into her potato heart.
Literature, theater, architecture, film,
Drawing, music, sculpting, craft.
Cho the potato starts looking grim
As she spirals down and asks,
“Is all of this creativity making me dread?
I might just stay on the couch instead.”
Laying on the couch long enough your bottom side looks like a prune
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 had words, it would be “Get Up”
Start walking
Get that fat off
Stop being lazy
It is just crazy
All the couches banned together, and have stated, this is a couch potato war
We the couches refuse
We are tired being used.
COUCH POTATO
Spuddy
Duddy
written August 31, 2021
Cat hanging off couch.
I, sitting here and do slouch.
Stomach, a fat pouch.
4/17/2021
Rhymed Senryu
Couch Potato
You are sitting on my couch, now.
You are watching TV with my kid.
Yes, she is old enough to sit there.
She is technically, All Grown Up!
That is not the issue.
Be careful,
You are ever being…
watched.
For what?
The way you are;
What you do,
What you see,
What you think,
How you act,
How you react,
How I can best dispose of the body.
October is the best of months.
So much happens.
Harvest.
The bringing in of the crops,
leaves the soil… disturbed.
It also makes it easy to dig.
Gardening is a lot of fun.
When I walked through to the kitchen,
passing you, pawing my little girl like a wolf,
on my sofa…
you did not flinch, or use proper respect.
Some have done this before.
You are not the first.
You, lol…
Yes, I love to garden.
Donald Trump never had any doubt
He could hear Melania shout:
"Oh for goodness' sake
How long does it take
For a couch potato to sprout?"
Dear Lordy, what have you done
this loony spouse given me…
he rants and TV- clicks all night
much like a freakish banshee!
Obsessed with horror movies
remote control is life's drug:
This model needs rebooting,
It's time for urgent de-bug.
11/11/2017
Written for Kevin Shaw's Surreal and Daft
I just saw this cute couch potato
An old kitty with no up and go
He just sits and grows 'round
with large belly profound
While enjoying his best TV show
Laying low with his back legs astride
Tail beneath to protect his backside
Oh, how comfy is he
This old cat retiree
Who now basks in the good life with pride!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Picture Prompt: Write Me Something Funny
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodedeaver
Judged: 11/07/2017
The Potato expanded to fit the Couch,
Bathing in the light of the God of Radiation,
A many hued attack on whatever senses remained.
Froth overflowing from his beer and his brain
Machinegun-like channels blasting and caressing
He sank back, understanding but not grasping
At all the dangers, all the time never to return.
Except in late night re-runs, in a double wasted memory.
The weather changed in a moment, but the temperature remained the same
As snow and mush bored into his ears, non-compos mentis
Horizontally composed, his sole exposed to the white idol...
His dreams and nightmares continuing endlessly, a god of his own creation,
And demise.
Couch Potato
Crinkly wrinkly chips are easier on the dip
Regular ones are lighter on the tongue and lips
Remote control is always by my side
To surf the airways with due diligence
Football season is coming soon enough
To satisfy my fat and toothless self
My glowing baldness is a wonder to behold
Complimenting, blending in, with the cushy couch
Facilitating the couch potato life in hobo style
I was engineered to serve the proper docile life
I call the nasty wench to keep the brats away
And bring me guacamole and some beers
While I vegetate and play video games all day
On cozy pillows all about
The bathroom is too far away to crawl
So down the hall I roll and roll right back
Plant myself before the TV screen
Sink in to the comfy cozy couch again
Surrounded mostly by myself
And do the couch potato thing and stuff
I can never get enough
COUCH POTATO
Can there be more solid man
On the couch he’s planted here
Under blankets and old books
Calling orders for more beer
Has he grown a set of roots
Planting him eternally
Or is it possible
That he ‘s related to a tree?
As I glance at him again
Taking drinks and giving smiles
Oh, I’d rather have him home--
TV’s cheaper than gas miles
Sitting on the sofa
Munching on some chips
Not a care in the world
Of calories on the hips.
Slouched down on the cushion
The tv glued to his face
You ask him a question
But he's out in outer space.
You call him to the table
He won't leave his favorite chair
The sports are on the screen
He must eat his dinner there.
The man is getting fatter
Nothing you do will get him out
You turn the tube off
And all he does is shout.
This couch potato man
No further does he get
His life is all downhill
Cause he's caught within a net.
The tv screen has got him
It's made him very lame
He won't go out the door
This man has earned his name.
The Couch Potato
By Elton Camp
When Tony gets home from work each day,
He always has the very same thing to say
“Honey, I am sleepy and as tired as I can be.
When you get supper ready, please call me.”
He forgets his wife worked seven to three
And that she is as much exhausted as he
He holds to his father’s old saying as true
“The housework only a woman should do.”
Tony’s mother labored hard, never for pay
Back then things could often work that way
Two incomes now are required to make a go
Tony chooses to ignore that reality though
What was fine years ago for his Mom and Dad
Only serves to make his wife extremely mad
After supper, he will lay on the couch more
She does the dishes as she always has before
“Honey, please don’t rattle the plates so much.
Cause I’m watching reruns of Starsky and Hutch.
And you will be quiet, I certainly have no doubt,
Whenever you get ready to take the garbage out.”
Don’t criticise me from this poem
You’ll understand once I bring it home
I used to love DIY I was a fanatic
But it took me a long time and drove my wife spastic
She used to curse and say you not finished yet
You’ll end up leaving it half done I bet
I got so flustered it end been true
I could not see anything through
So I’d lay there and would not budge
Watching TV stuffing my face with fudge
She’d scream at me and says get off your lazy ass
Get the lawn mower and cut the grass
You know the saying “you can lead an ass to the water but you can’t make it drink”
I’d lay on the couch staring at the TV and wouldn’t blink
Now I was not this sort of person
But she was impatient and her attitude would worsen
I was a perfectionist in my minds eye
When it came to the thing I loved doing, DIY
Now I lay here a couch potato
Watching her face go red like a plum tomato
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