The Creaking
furnature being
a thing i'm lacking
i keep my eyes open
for what ever i might need
and one day
my eyes did find
a chair with four legs
a very nice find
i loaded it on the
back of the car
truth be told it
was'nt very far
i got the chair home
and took it into the kitchen
the table was fine
except a chair was missin
i sat the chair down
and sat in it at once
it made a little creak
but that was no fuss
day after day
i sat in the chair
then one day
i thought i heard
the chair speak
a day or two passed
and i thought i heard it again
i tried to pay attention
and listen again and again
i got up and sat down
i got up and sat down
several times
and as i was
listening to the creak
i heard the chair creaking
the creak "you stink"
(An entry for the "Chair " contest)
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