Gratitude Toward the Sofa

When I come home all tired,
Who's there for me?
Who's always present
When I'm watching TV?
Who's always there to keep me company?
My couch, my recliner--
My sofa's there for me.
I'm watching some TV
The couch is so comfy.
It's really soft.
It should be a loft (?)
--What?
--I dunno.
--Ummm...
Stop interrupting my poem, you fools!
Anyway, my sofa to me's like a jewel.
I sit on it.
We have an adventure.
Unfortunately the couch is too big to go through the door,
So it stays on the floor.
We watch SpongeBob SquarePants.
Then we do a dance.
Then I take a nap.
I become hap..py.
So I go and play computer to work on Dude Where's My Brain.

The end?!