Jane's Couch
A/N: This is a little poem I wrote about Jane's couch. It was a school project, but I thought I'd share it! Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own the Mentalist or Jane's famous couch!
Jane's Couch
I am old and my leather is worn
My cushions soft as mush,
A patch on my arm that has been torn,
I don't seem very plush.
But my owner loves me even though,
I smell like fine dust.
And when he's had a hard day,
To gladly comfort him I must.
I don't really know where this came from, but let me know what you thought!
Lara xxx