she placed the red cushion on the blue leather chair
gently fluffing and arranging it neatly
it looked perfect in her eyes
almost too good to sit on she thought
he came in and slouched in the chair
falling asleep after a few beers
god bless him she thought
he had a hard day at work
she watched TV while he slept
tuning into her home decorating shows
after a few hours he woke up
he stretched and walked away
she looked at the crumpled red cushion
distorted and mangled like a blood stained corpse
crushed to death by her overweight husband
empty beer cans and snack crumbs are his calling cards
he came back into the room carrying a beer and snacks
she could feel the pain of her red cushion as he flopped down
he cracked open the beer can
it fizzed and exploded covering him in a sea of beer foam
he jumped up and dropped the dripping can
it landed on the crumpled red cushion
soaking the innocent red corpse in beer
his big feet trampled the dropped snacks deep into the carpet
they made eye contact but did not speak
her eyes were saying you totally ruined my decor
you big fat untidy disgusting drunken cushion murderer
his eyes were saying shit that was the last beer in the fridge
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 