Mammoth Book of Poetry

The Broken Chairs

Along the corridor and up the stairs

I came across some broken chairs

They knew at once

That I had come

So they made me a delightful lunch

The broken chairs spoke out to me

They sang me a tune quite delightedly

So that day under a wintry sun

I sang and danced and had great fun

With the broken chairs, yes the broken chairs

Who made, I thought, quite amazing friends

For they had many stories, quite a few I say

About little boys and dragons

And quite some any naughty pagans

Who would chant around fires

And create big disasters

Oh how I miss those chairs

Such wonderful chairs

I regret the day I burnt them.