You see it in the store
And it looks like it will fit.
You really can’t be sure
So you doubt yourself a bit.
You pay and drag it home
And you set it on its place
Hoping, kind of like a poem,
It will feel a warm embrace.
You step bank and you assess
And decide that it should stay.
It’s not perfect, but you guess,
Nothing’s perfect, anyway.
Now if only that applied
To the purchase of a couch.
Somehow I just can’t decide
And to this, my spouse will vouch.
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