The computer ran at breakneck speed
As it spit out all sorts of data
When suddenly it started to sputter and shake
And we all said ‘WHAT IS THE MATTA??’
It let out a flurry of troublesome sounds
Until its large screen it turned blue
We looked at one another in a state of confusion
We just didn’t know what to do!
The giant brown table stood tall on its legs
As it occupied much of the floor
The room was quite small but the table was huge
We could just barely open the door
This colossal brown table had a regal presence
Though it gave off a disdainful airs
It’s very large ego was only surpassed
By the vanity of its oversize chairs
Has anybody seen my little red bag?
It seems to have a mind of its own.
It carries itself with an air of pride
But its ego is just overblown
You see it really doesn’t understand
That it is I who carry it to and fro
But still I need that little red bag
Because it is time to go!
The circus chair jumped up and down
As it supported the weight of a jolly old clown
The crowd roared and laughed and it even cheered
Except for one section which booed, hissed and jeered
‘A chair can’t jump up and down on its own!’
‘It can’t even move unless it is thrown’
The chair sat upright as it heard this abuse
But the clown turned to her and said ‘it’s no use!’
For even a chair can surely work out
The crowd paid for their tickets
It is their right to shout
I walked through a desert and what did I see?
A lonely young cactus staring straight back at me
It couldn’t have been more than three feet (a meter) in height
But it seems that my presence gave it such a fright
‘I wasn’t expecting you,’ the cactus declared
What could I do, I just looked back and stared
The cactus said ‘have you nothing to say?’
I stood there without speaking and thought ‘this isn’t my day’
‘It was not my intent to give you a scare.’
It definitely wasn’t, I promise, I swear!’
The cactus grew prickly as it chose its next words
‘I just don’t believe you; now fly off with the birds.’