[Poem #3. Two different prompts were incorporated here, one was "on the couch" and another was to write a poem for someone and share it with them. so here goes. nowhere near done, nowhere near satisfying.]
On that beat-up paisley couch,
shoulder to shoulder we sit,
armed each with a High Life and a sharp tongue,
we watch as Korean Hansel and Gretel take on
witches and boarding school.
On that beat-up paisley couch,
we live, breathe and yell at the movies
no one else will watch--
Nic Cage is our Hall of Fame
and The Asylum is our Oscars
On that beat-up paisley couch
around the twelfth straight episode of Supernatural we watched in one sitting
only taking breaks for thai food and beer refills,
I've changed your label
from "my boyfriend's best friend" to simply
"my friend."
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