The Ballad of the Beanbag

There once was a beanbag, plump and round,

The comfiest seat in the whole darn town.

It swallowed you whole with a cushioned sigh,

But good luck standing when you said goodbye!

Oh, beanbag, beanbag, soft and low,

You hug my butt like a cloud of dough.

I sink right in and disappear,

With popcorn crumbs behind my rear!

Sat down once for a five-minute rest,

Woke up three hours later—fully dressed.

Lost the TV remote somewhere deep inside,

Now it’s a treasure hunt every time I slide!

Oh, beanbag, beanbag, soft and low,

You hug my butt like a cloud of dough.

I sink right in and disappear,

With popcorn crumbs behind my rear!

It flattens out when the cat takes a leap,

And makes a noise that sounds like a beep.

When company comes, I give them a glance,

“Sure, sit on the beanbag—if you’ve got a chance!”

Oh, beanbag, beanbag, soft and low,

You hug my butt like a cloud of dough.

I sink right in and disappear,

With popcorn crumbs behind my rear!

Tried to get fancy, threw out the chair,

But the beanbag life, it just ain't fair.

Now I roll to the fridge 'cause it's closer than walking,

And every creak sounds like the beans are talking.

Oh, beanbag, beanbag, soft and low,

You hug my butt like a cloud of dough.

I sink right in and disappear,

With popcorn crumbs behind my rear!

So here’s to the beanbag, a sloth's best friend,

A comfy black hole that’ll never end.

It’s not just a chair—it’s a way of life,

A cushiony trap with joy and strife!