If I were a chair I would wait for
a person to sit on me
I would be pushed in and out
by dirty hands
If I were a chair I would hate
being stood on by the
smelly shoes
I would squeak angrily wishing
they would get off
If I were a chair my feet will be
dragged around everywhere
I would no longer be used
because of my weak feet
If I were a chair I would be
left in a cold classroom with
my friends
I would stay there and wait for
another day to start
another day to start
I like how you have made an image in my head of a mad chair
ReplyDeleteI like how you created a picture in my head about a angry chair. Great poem!!
ReplyDeleteGood job Alice. I would not want to be a chair
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