Curse my chair, that squashed my finger,

made it bleed and hurt for weeks to come,

I will not sit my nice warm round bum

on you ever again, someone else can,

and you can squash their finger like

you squashed mine.

I can then laugh at them like they did to me

Till they saw my face go pale white, like the colour of snow

so a chair they brought to me to sit upon,

in case I past out!

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We can not do without chairs, they are a needed,

bit of furniture, but dangerous they are too.

Its not only their legs we stub our toes on,

but fingers get squashed, legs can be broken

if we do silly things and stand upon them.

Such dangerous little things they are.

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krrymarie