• I Declare! There’s Something In My Chair!

    I declare!
    There’s something in my chair!
    It’s giving me a scare
    and I wish it wasn’t there.
    Usually it’s rare
    to see anything but air
    in my seat below the stair
    and its cushion with a tear.
    I don’t suspect that it will share
    and perhaps I should beware;
    I could touch it if I dare
    and its soul would be laid bare
    but it’s giving me a glare
    which I just don’t think is fair.
    I should really grow a pair
    and remove it from my lair.
    Or to extract it from my hair
    maybe I should ask the mayor?
    But I think she just won’t care
    about the something in my chair.

    -The Gneech

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