The Old Couch.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/wronged-objects/

Hey you, sitting on me tight

Move your ass now

It has been generations 

Time to take a bow

 

I am the oldest couch in the house

Pay me some respect

Put down your feet son

You have some manners I bet

 

And you dear madam

Teach everyone a thing or two

At least dust me once a while

After all I have been so true.

 

Treat me like an elder

And I will serve you right back

Even though I am an age old couch

Some emotions in me are intact