life of a chair
I am sat on all day
I like to play
It is no fun being a chair
They like me a lot
At least I am respected
Until I am leaned on
Then my legs break
Then I sit in a dusty room all day
To bad I do not have many friends
Then all of a sudden they give me a new leg
So then I am sat on again
Then all of a sudden I am wobbly
They gave me the wrong leg
So I go back to not being sat on
Next thing I know I have a new leg
So I am sat on again
Then people like me again
They fight over me
Life is great
I like it a lot
So then a really mean kid throws me out the window
I am damaged for good
They say I can not be fixed
So I lay in a room all alone
Then it gets dark all around. Then it gets very hot
Then there is a fire
So I scream
But no one is there
I try to get out
But I am strapped down
Then all of a sudden I am gone
That was the life of a chair
by
lifesucksposted on 05/08/2008
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