These swivel chairs have got me down
And also all around
I can’t exactly explain how
My wit’s no longer found
They go around like goofy tops
And printed on a bed
A-roundy-roundy-round they go
Wherever they feel led
And though I toppled from the seat
A flailed around the room
It wasn’t I who needed help
Another fell to doom
But I managed to catch my friend
Who thought that standing tall
Atop a wobbling platform
Would not lead to a fall
But otherwise the chair was fun
The movement calming too
A bit of goofy overall
But whatcha gonna do?