The Dreaded Chair Gang
The sly London chair gang is at it again
They will unseat us forever
Can nobody catch these mysterious men?
Their heads we soon must sever
Nefarious seat pranks the Cock-er-neys fear
They have stolen the folding chairs
I have no reposit'ry left for my rear
No wonder everyone stares
They offer a seat, just to yank as you sit
I'm considering litigation
It's not so much anger at looking a twit
It's really aggravation
An upturned tack placed on ones chair will ensure
That nobody else nicks your place
I can't be chastised, for my motives are pure
And in the best possible taste
However, the lack of a seating device
Has not yet affected my standing
But if you turn your back, I'll pounce in a trice
And your bum will come in for a landing
| Contributors: | Beefy, F, Padfoot, Ethetran, Kansas Sam, Grayman, archy (proxy for Sam). |
| Poem finished: | 9th October 2003 by Anon.. |