The Rolling Stool
At the doctor’s to check out my knee,
While I waited until he was free,
I glanced up and took note
At a sign someone wrote,
Which was more a command than a plea.
It said, “Please do not roll on the stool.”
That’s where doctors would sit, as a rule.
Now did some misbehave,
Roll and rant in a rave,
Thinking doing just that would be cool?
I admit that on seeing the sign,
That desire somehow became mine,
But I’d sure be abashed
If I rolled and I crashed,
So temptation I had to decline.
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