Some couches understand when it is time for bed
Not this one I'm afraid, it wants to play instead
It waits until I'm comfortable, then it prods my back
Like a curious toddler testing the limits before a smack
The armrests are to sleep what Donald Trump is to politics
Completely incompatible and always up to tricks
Perhaps I'll lose a limb tonight, such is my trepidation
Of this monstrous couch and its malevolent fixation