Seating Arrangements

When growing up, we had our seats Around the dining table. We knew where everyone belonged – We didn’t need a label. Within the car, the rules applied; The window seat was mine. The youngest got the middle seat – He’d dare not try to whine. As an adult, I’m still the same – I like the seat I’ve picked; In classrooms, lunchrooms, or the car – Usurpers I evict. Some people just don’t understand. They think I’m dictatorial, When really, it’s within my genes To be quite territorial. We all have quirks, and one of mine Is choosing where I sit. It’s juvenile and just a tad Obnoxious, I admit. But since it means a lot to me Most people seem to yield, Perhaps enjoying someone else’s Craziness revealed!