Poor, poor, tannums! It is no secret that you are our subsequent couch.
That you were named second, and, quite frankly, after our favored couch, reddums.
Oh, exquisite crimson and lush reddums, adorned with soft pillows and a blanket, ripe for our company.
And, drab, ol’, brownish, scrawny tannums littered with junk mail, yesterday’s socks, and crumbs from the youngster’s graham cracker.
But, how rude of me to insult you, and insensitive to speak of reddums, when this is your ode, after all!
Dear, dear, tannums! We got you off craigslist for a steal. We saved a penny or two and that’s a big deal!
Sequestered in the back room, I never ever feel the pressure to clean you, which saves me precious time when raising our kiddo.
And the chocolate stain! And that fat blue line the littlest drew on you! Those are precious memories you bear, and for that an appreciation for all that you do.