The Chair Dominated The Small Room
Maybe I shouldn't have ridden the broom,
All through the house until KABOOM.
Mom's not happy-she sure can fume,
Looks like my afternoon's filled with gloom.
As I stood fearing impending doom,
The chair dominated the small room.
But sit and recharge-I'll be free soon,
Then through the house again I'll ZOOM!
PS-can you tell I raised two sons?
Have a happy day:@)