Grouch

My couch is a grouch.
It constantly moans.
Whenever I sit,
It grumbles and groans.
It eats all my socks
And steals all my change.
My friends even say,
“It’s really quite strange.”
It hates when I spill
Or drop any food
And rubs at my skin
To tell me I’m rude.
But I understand,
Yes, I think I do –
If I were sat on,
I’d be a grouch too!