I know this sounds stupid, but I asked my friend Jake for a topic to write a poem about and he said chairs, so this is what came of it. :)

Some bouncy chairs,
Bouncy, trouncy,
Like a horse a-thumping off.
Hard as stone, but plastic in nature,
Dirty and stained but loved all the same.
The bouncy chairs are fun.
Happy, children-on-your-lappy fun,
When you bounce off like the horse to Lyn,
(Better watch out so ya don't fall in)
Some are stable though.
Sturdy and purdy in looks and nature.
I love chairs.