Riddonkulous

I rest where you slump after day’s long campaign, A soft little kingdom with no need for reign. I’m stitched into squares or am round as the moon, A cloud for your chair and a nap-helper soon. I hush all the creaks with my feathery grace, And politely improve every sofa and space. I’m not a pillow, though close we may seem, I’m the comfy companion of lounge-time and dream. I catch all your sighs like a sponge in the rain, I soften the pressure, I lessen the strain. When tossed on the floor, I still keep my cheer, For I’m loved by the tired and the leisurely here. I may sit on a bench or on wicker outside, I’m plump when I’m new, and I droop if I’m old, So what am I, friend, with my cozy parade, The plush little helper that sofas have made?