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
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 