Silly Chair - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Whenever I sat down on this silly chair,
It swirled around in a hurry.
It didn't matter if it made
My head so whirly.
What it was trying to accomplish
I could not fathom.
It just did it did
When it wanted.
I never understood it's direction.
Why was it always in a whirl?
I understood it's effect on me.
I was always in a swirl.
This chair's magic was a silly one.
It's intentions none.
It's message to me was
Why it's intentions were that way
I knew very well.
I only conjectured
It was just a silly chair.
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