I Am A Couch Painter
Mommy got a brand new couch
It's nice but dull and kinda plain
I hate to be a grumpy grouch
So of her tastes I showed restraint
She smiled at me and kissed my head
Then left to go make me some lunch
I gazed upon its dreary threads
Wond'ring how to give it "punch"
Colored pencils wouldn't work
Their color would be sure to fade
I shrugged off markers with a smirk
They're just too crude for coloring suede
I closed my eyes to concentrate
To think how I could add some spark
How could I make this couch look great
This palette sitting cold and stark
At last the answer raised its hand
At once it was completely clear
To change this couch from bland to grand
I needed all my painting gear
My brush was frayed from overuse
My favorite colors all were spent
But surely I could still produce
A masterpiece of bold accents
Back and forth my brush careened
As life flowed in the couch's heart
And never in her wildest dreams
Could mom have thought she'd own such art
I stood back to survey the scene
Now the couch looked quite awake
Maybe there a touch of green
And gave my arms a needed break
Here it stands, the couch ornate
Awaiting my dear mother's cheer
But it will have to sit and wait
While mommy dries her joyous tears
I'm sure it's that she super glad
How could she not love what I'd done
I cannot wait to show my dad
And hear the praise I'd surely won
But I'm inspired to push ahead
For I am fully now aware
That as I look at mommy's bed
I see her sheets look kinda bare...
It's nice but dull and kinda plain
I hate to be a grumpy grouch
So of her tastes I showed restraint
She smiled at me and kissed my head
Then left to go make me some lunch
I gazed upon its dreary threads
Wond'ring how to give it "punch"
Colored pencils wouldn't work
Their color would be sure to fade
I shrugged off markers with a smirk
They're just too crude for coloring suede
I closed my eyes to concentrate
To think how I could add some spark
How could I make this couch look great
This palette sitting cold and stark
At last the answer raised its hand
At once it was completely clear
To change this couch from bland to grand
I needed all my painting gear
My brush was frayed from overuse
My favorite colors all were spent
But surely I could still produce
A masterpiece of bold accents
Back and forth my brush careened
As life flowed in the couch's heart
And never in her wildest dreams
Could mom have thought she'd own such art
I stood back to survey the scene
Now the couch looked quite awake
Maybe there a touch of green
And gave my arms a needed break
Here it stands, the couch ornate
Awaiting my dear mother's cheer
But it will have to sit and wait
While mommy dries her joyous tears
I'm sure it's that she super glad
How could she not love what I'd done
I cannot wait to show my dad
And hear the praise I'd surely won
But I'm inspired to push ahead
For I am fully now aware
That as I look at mommy's bed
I see her sheets look kinda bare...