Sit!

Chairs, chairs.
See who cares
chairs, chairs
They’re all so good;
chairs, chairs
Made of metal, not a stick of wood.
chairs, chairs
They stay in at night;
chairs, chairs
And they never bite.
chairs, chairs
Don’t sneak home with trampy tables;
chairs, chairs
Don’t care about those chi-chi labels.
chairs, chairs
Always stand when I enter the room;
chairs, chairs
Never noisy, quiet as a tomb.
chairs, chairs
Keep all four legs on the floor;
chairs, chairs
Bring a friend, we’ll get more.
chairs, chairs
All in lovely industrial brown;
chairs, chairs
Very handy to have a round.
chairs, chairs
Never, ever known to roam.
chairs, chairs
This lot needs a new home.
chairs, chairs
chairs, chairs
Don’t take those awful stairs;
Come, relax, sit in my chairs.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on July 26, 2013, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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