I would like to round the edges,
Of your squared table.
To eliminate the snags I get,
In my expensive pants.
I would also like to sit,
Comfortably and eat.
Either on a cushion...
But not to stand.
Or be on bended knees to be pleased.
I would like us to touch,
Without thinking we'd be pricked.
I would like to smooth the rough surface.
And flatten it a bit.
'Say 'May I? ' to Mama.'
Mama, may I?
'Yes, you may! '
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