I once had a couch named Greg
That's right; a couch
A couch named Greg
It was a wonderful spend
And popcorn everywhere to eat!
But then Greg gave me some bread
And I said,
"Why bread, Greg? What happened to the popcorn I used to have?"
And Greg said,
"You ate all the corn, dear wonderful Quinn. That's the sandwich you forgot to eat the day before."
And I gasped, but not because I forgot of the sandwich;
GREG ACTUALLY DARED TO GIVE ME COUCH FOOD!
Now Greg is in my fire, crackling merrily
As I sat in my chair, sipping hot cocoa
I miss you so, but what a wonderful tale you give!
If you recognize this from somewhere else and accuse me of plagiarism, I must tell you that I did write this, but I copy and pasted it from another account I have on a different writing site.