When Furniture is Fun

You know I love my furniture, I’m just a fixtures hack,

Why, me and my recliner, we two go way, way back!

A guy was just caught robbing the local furn’ture 'lair',

The law was swift in acting—that bad man got the chair.

 

A friend of mine makes furniture, ‘tis there he spends his days,

He fell into the upholstery machine. He's recovered now, they say.

 

To whoever stole my polish, ‘bout the outcome I won’t hedge…

Please know that I will find you. And that’s my final Pledge.

 

Someone stole my credit cards, in the chairs wing spent some time.

I found out when the bank told me my card had been reclined.

 

Saw some sea birds ordering stuff—for people, they were labeled,

I thought Ikea sold to folks, but I guess the terns have tabled.

 

The furniture factory said they were a ‘mirror inspector’ wooing,

I told them I had interest because, "That, I could see me doing."

 

A ventriloquist dummy died, t’was polish made the lad diminish.

It was a slow death, certainly, but had a lovely finish!

The salesman said, “This sofa will seat five with little strife.”

But I don’t know that many without troubles in their life!

 

My boss said, "After what you did. You're fired! You’re toast! You’re banned!"

But I’m regretting nothing. Sometimes one must take a stand.

Karen asks, "Write for me, please?"

We write because she's the Bee's Knees!

And we love her, you know that’s true,

So this is what we writers do . . .

We craft a poem based on a theme,

With pencils, sharp, and eyes agleam,

Each month we write and have such fun

We can't wait for another one,

Sooo...this month, how well did I do?

Please go and see the others, too:

Baking In A Tornado: FavoriteChair

Messymimi’sMeanderings