My Life Behind the Couch | work in progress

I stumbled and fell - just
No little hair today
I cleaned all day with trust
In quite a fancy way
Split hair into thousand
(I can count to forty)
Vacuumed them all off-hand
Just for the test - sporty
My nails stuck in the hose
Collected for years
Then I touched your nose
You should have no fears
Why shut off yourself?
We will be judged with ease
The couch is like a grave
Resting (nearly) In Peace