Short Askin Poems

parking my dairy air in my chair i couldn help but hear a scream of fear.
as i ignored it and poppin the top on my ice cold beer once again i hear.
i stand to confirm almost spillin my beer to discover what's under my rear.
my chair of course but somethin i have come to realize and to fear.
i discovered what i heard it seems absurd so i call my wife to hear.
my chair spoke askin for a beer before i go to park my rear....

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