Is it an eeeeevil couch?
Instead of going outside to play, I decided to clean up my house today.
I took the vacuum and to my couch I went, What a lot of time there I spent!
What to my wondering eyes should appear, Was no miniature sleigh, but three bottlecaps from beer
A treasure trove of things that belong to my kids Such as seven different markers without any lids.
A miniature conditioner and shampoo, A DS Game, a Leapster game, a rawhide chew.
Black and white polka dotted underwear, Three socks, none of them a matching pair.
Barrettes and rubber bands, a brush for the cat A blue colored pencil, a red lego hat
Seven Lite Brite pegs, a crayon, some sand A lego Luigi who had just one hand
A spoon, a coupon, five pens,some rocks Cheerios, a lip balm, green bristle blocks
A washrag, granola, kleenex times four, Puzzle pieces, stickers, beads beads galore!
Magnets, a penny, a notebook, a race car, My what a lot of things there are!
This is the crap that I found in my couch, The only thing that rhymes is slouch.
Dog eating couch!
Disclaimer: No animals have actually been harmed by our furniture.
The Sadder But Wiser Girl 
Oh my god!!!! this is great!!!! Okay…every one of these I can totally relate to but the miniature shampoo and conditioner!!! That seriously has me cracking up!!!! How did they get there???
My mom gave them to my daughter for her play area. No idea how they got into the couch! I can actually explain the underwear better than I can that! (I fold laundry on the couch.)
Ouch–another rhyme–and all too familiar!
That first picture with the cat is priceless!!!!
Aw that’s nothing, we used to have what we called the “man eating couch” at my parent’s house. People would sleep over and wake up to find body parts “swallowed” the next morning. 😀
That is soooo funny!
I absolutely loved reading this and was laughing out loud picturing you finding all of these things. I sent the link on to my “mom” friends and they thought it was great! Had to give you props, Travis is a lucky guy!
Glad you liked it! Every so often I get a random poetic urge. The crap in the couch is just the scary beginning…
And I just realized that GROUCH rhymes with couch! How could I have missed that with Sesame Street being so predominantly on the TV in my household?