You’re lying on the sofa
And not on the floor
A little doggie
You’re not anymore
It used to look nice
The fabric was clean
It’s faded and old
And lost its sheen
I chased you off
But soon you’d return
I scolded you
Yet you wouldn’t learn
The floor has carpet
In the same room
It’s not good enough
For you, I assume
Your eyes are closed
You may be asleep
On this faded old sofa
I’ll just have to keep
By, Randee Saber 7/9/06
