Ode to the chair I love


What can be said of the chair
The chair that I love
With the butt imprint here
and the beer stain there

You smell kind of funky
Like a skunk or a monkey
You are not much to look at
You have a big trunk"y"

You have become soft
Like a worn pair of jeans
We are lucky noone can clone you
No stealing your genes (haha)

Oh how you have grown on us
Both physically and metaphysically
you are so deep
Like the Grand Canyon or a gulley

We don't want to lose you
You are very wanted
Besides, you are hard to move
Like a donkey that's pampered

We like you a lot
If you could not tell
So please don't go
Or we'll cry like hell