Herding couches-

A couch down Willard's way is gone

By lizard's feet across the lawn.

As I chase my pillowed pray

Wonder what the lizard might say?

For had his feet stolen been

He for certain would cause a din.

We vault over someone's fence,

Passerby's are forest dense.

As our zig-zag chase is led

quarry bounces towards its bed.

Slyly I return to work,

Furniture selling has a perk 

A/N soooooo THIS is something that I made. should I be ashamed or proud of this work? I honestly don't know, I was told to write a nonsense poem and this sort of just..... happened