(to the tune of “Home on the Range”)
Oh, give me a poem filled with feathers and foam
From a couch that remains on display,
Where, although it was new, it had feathers that flew
And that shouldn’t have happened that way.
Foam, foam made the change
From the pillows where feathers flew free
To a place you can sit for much more than a bit
Without fluff on your tush or your knee.
Oh, how often we try when a purchase we buy
To make sure that it’s just what we need,
But we never can tell from the places that sell
If our comfort will be guaranteed.
Foam, foam made the change
From the pillows where feathers flew free
To a place to relax, good for butts and for backs
And I’m sure the poor goose would agree.
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