The red cushion was resting peacefully

On the teal blue leather chair

A prime position in the room

To witness all that happens

I asked him boldly to tell all

He remained tight lipped

Refusing to break the honorable cushion code of silence

I offered him a stiff drink

In the hope it would get him talking

After three more he started to loosen up

He leaned close and in a low whisper said

They usually start drinking before dinner

He makes those cocktails way too strong

They switch to wine with dinner

Piling the dirty dishes in the sink

The poor dishes stay unwashed until late the next morning

Drowning in cold water

They usually stay up very late

Binging on Netflix into the wee small hours

The both drink scotch after dinner

Most nights they fall asleep watching TV

Usually she goes to bed first

She turns off the TV

Leaving him snoring

He crushes that poor yellow cushion

Who winces every time he slumps in the recliner

Eventually he drags himself to bed

Leaving the poor yellow cushion gasping for breath

I asked him if they ever behaved really badly

Oh you would never believe it

I have seen things go on that would make your hair curl

I filled up his empty glass

Hoping for him to reveal more

But he suddenly remembered his code of conduct

Shaking his red head in defiance

I sensed he was about to clam up

I asked if anybody else in the room might talk

He pointed to the carpet

With a strangle look of intrigue on his face he said

Just ask the carpet about that huge stain in the corner