To chair is human; to forgive, divan.
-- GFH
Chairless, three Chairokees
charily squat on their mounds.
ev'ry 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...?
Ple-e-e-ease, 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
sits 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!
(My curse my verse ends.)
