lament for our sofa

lament for our sofa,
its bottom finally broken;
because our lovely children,
would always jump over
the arm's now a token,
its just simply buggered;
despite the tears sweated,
and the work to recover.
its all limp and shattered,
There's nothing more I can do...
yes its sad to say,
our old sofa's a big pile of poo...
Dfs I hear calling,
yet I don't want to go;
because despite the nice offers,
They are all just for show.
The stuff isn't kid proof,
and if it is, its not nice;
so lament for our sofa,
that's gone in a thrice...