A poem about a chair.
The chair was a light camomile, And fat and stout, And very matter of fact. It did not need a man or women to sit in it. With its two hind legs unglamorously square, And its two front legs round … Continued
The chair was a light camomile, And fat and stout, And very matter of fact. It did not need a man or women to sit in it. With its two hind legs unglamorously square, And its two front legs round … Continued