The Chair Poem by Ima Ryma

For Christmas my mom-in-law came.
My wife and I got her a chair,
Expensive lounger of name brand,
Guaranteed against wear and tear.
There were pockets and holes so that
One could have lots of stuff at hand,
Convenient in home habitat.
Mom-in-law thought that it was grand.
Into the plush seat she did sit,
Asked what all the buttons were for.
I said for varied feel goods, it
Included massage speeds galore.

'Electric, ' I said with a grin,
And proceeded to plug it in.