Anyone for chairades...?
Chairless, three Chairokees charily squat on their mounds.
each Aniyunwyan breathes deep as the pipe makes its rounds.
Chairs at Chairnobyl stay runaway radioactive.
Thus taking one's seat there continues, at best, unattractive.
Morning-room chairs at chez Sonny & Chair are of wicker.
(Rattan, willow...reed...? Bamboo, raffia...? Please, must we bicker...?)
"Chairberus...Sit! Sit, boy!" demi-god Heracles said.
Then the Greek hero, sniggering, smack'd that beast upside the head.
The rock shoal Chairibdis sits churning the Strait of Messina
while Scylla sits opposite, howling like Dante's hyena.
The Chairiff of Nottingham sits in his queen chair, adoze,
as Robin sashays in behind him and strikes off his nose.
A Davenport oozes chairisma. A Chesterfield, too.
A couch and the sofa, however, ooze none. (Sad but true.)
Tourists who sit in Chairassic Park risk being ate
by this megalosaurid Eustreptospondyle...or its mate.
Upon chairs in this chaircuterie sit the posh carriage trade
sampling buffalo jerky while watching how sausage is made.
One Chairubim skips today's Nones, flits thru' heaven's three zones.
Like her fellows the Thrones, she, for Him, sports a sizeable jones.
In upstate New Chairsey it sits -- Chairsey City by name.
Not as blatant as Hoboken, true; yet deserving of fame.
Meet young Chaired Cushioner ("Whoopee!" to both of his friends).
May he soon take his seat in Gehenna! (This curse my verse ends.)
(Images to come: work in progress)
