On The Couch Poem by Randy McClave

Whenever she spent the night at my house
And not in the genre of a lonely spouse,
Or just whenever she was a grouch
I ended up always sleeping on the couch.

Whenever her children came to spend the night
Her pure angels which always brought her sheer delight,
But, a no relationship with me to them she must vouch
So, I ended up always sleeping on the couch.

My couch is a sanctuary for just one person to sleep
It is where your dignity and your honor you can keep,
On the side of the sofa there is also a magazine pouch
So, I didn't mind at all sleeping on the couch.

Whenever she was angry, which was most of the time
Always accusing others, but not herself of a crime,
And whenever to her I wouldn't plead or crouch
I always ended up sleeping on the couch.

They say not to go to bed angry which I don't
But, her going to bed happy she can't and won't,
Whenever she curses or screams, "ouch"
I always ended up sleeping on the couch.

To sleep with her I did it for peace and leisure
I also slept with her for excitement and pleasure,
But, unlike her current boyfriend I am no slouch
I am just as happy and content sleeping on the couch.

Randy L. McClave