As I pushed through the door it was daunting to see
That no thought had been given to people like me.
It's the furnishing gurus that boggle my brain,
I took it all in, every chair in the room
Was for narrow butt people. Oh! The sadness and gloom!
So, I gave them my name. Then I nestled in
To a narrow butt chair with a sigh and chagrin.
I waited for nursie to call out my name
While I played Words With Friends who could put me to shame.
Soon I heard her call out, and I answered with cheer,
I started to rise from the seat where I perched,
And I struggled and pitched, and I wriggled and lurched.
I stood halfway up, for my chair was attached
To my backside quite firmly as if something I'd hatched.
As a tear trickled downward I glanced at my nurse.
So, she grabbed both the armrests and pulled while I pushed.
By the time I saw doctor I was side-sore and bushed.
Oh, have pity you decorators! I cry out in despair!
How embarrassing to be trapped in a narrow butt chair!
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