You see,
the chair,
its broken now.
Got it for free,
when the old lady
down the hill passed away.
A nice chair it was,
pure mahogany.
Someone broke it.
No one knows,
no one saw,
how it happened.
My bet is on him,
that nasty little kid
who lives by the church.
I tried to fix it,
with these little screws,
and extra mahogany.
You see,
its a tricky thing to do,
very hard,
all these ancient craftsmanship!
It fell apart,
not my fault
and its broken now.