Once there was a sofa
Made from dyed animal hides
It was a patchwork monstrosity

Its maker has long since passed
Name forever lost to time

The first known sighting of the sofa
Was on a curb 
In front of an abandoned house

Free seating was appealing
To many 

But the sofa had a secret
It was possessed by the evil spirits
Of its animal donors

And every human
Who sat on these hides
Were stalked by the spirits

Through weeks of pain and torture 
Until they met a grisly end

So the sofa continues to be passed 
From owner to owner
Abandoned on the curb

Waiting.