“I remember fondly a spring day, seven years ago this May. That’s when my new Goteborg came home to play. It was my second apartment, all on my own Into a two bedroom I had grown. I skipped through Ikea, glisten in my eye. To my Goteborg I would fly. He was so handsome and proud, a crisp green surely he wouldn’t be hard to keep clean. Finally he was home completing my set so sadly I would regret. The stains of time, so set in and true… The fades of the sun have hit him too. Why not throw the cover in the wash you say? I did, to my dismay… I ended up with shreds of threads Looking like hay. Please bring back my Goteborg today… Tears and rips, alas what shall I do? Bemz shall help renew, The love of my Goteborg has remained true. He has been my warmth on a rainy day… and my perch to watch the birdies play. He has sat with my friends when a movie would fright… Been a shelter on a cold night. O’ how I long for him to stay… but dire straits put me in a pinch. The money I can’t stretch another inch. No cover, no money the outcome is up to you….
Vote yes to save my Gotie from the trash. Please!!!!” – Sarah