Beanbag Chair
I’m sitting on a beanbag chair;
It’s perfect for my derrière.
My back is leaning on the bed,
Supporting both my neck and head.
My first apartment had one, too.
My roommate bought it, for we knew
That friends would always pop on by
And need a place to sit or lie.
My current seat’s in Henry’s room.
He’s 7 and I would assume
He won’t outgrow it for a while,
No matter if it’s out of style.
To me, it is a favorite perch
To read or write when I’m in search
Of someplace I can solo sit -
This beanbag chair’s the perfect fit.
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