Where The Couch Crack Goes
Have you ever lost a dime
or a remote or a sweet?
To the crack between the cushions
on the couch that forms your seat?
Did you ever take the time to wonder
when or where it goes
A friend of mine did
and where she went no one knows.
So I decided to do the same
to take a chance to see.
But I made sure to prepare
the things I know I need.
One rope, three hairbands,
a pen and a packet of gum,
Of all the stuff I plan to bring
those are only some.
I have to take a change of clothes
in case the weather is cold,
One umbrella, two boots, and
all the socks my sack can hold.
Some tape, some scissors
and a compass (which might not work);
Are there poles inside the crack?
or just some other quirk?
One sleeping bag, one tent,
and a pillow to help me sleep;
It could be days to find my friend
and all the candy I couldn’t keep.
But I wonder if I’ll be okay
once I get inside the crack.
How big is it? Are there monsters?
Will I ever make it back?
Could my popcorn have evolved
and grown in size and smarts?
Or will my barbies take revenge
and disconnect my parts?
Maybe I shouldn’t explore the crack;
it doesn’t need to be me
My parents should probably go instead;
after all, I’m only three!