Silly Chair Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Silly Chair

Whenever I sat down on this silly chair,
It swirled around in a hurry.
It didn't matter if it made
My head so whirly.

What it was trying to accomplish
I could not fathom.
It just did it did
When it wanted.

I never understood it's direction.
Why was it always in a whirl?
I understood it's effect on me.
I was always in a swirl.

This chair's magic was a silly one.
It's intentions none.
It's message to me was
None.

Why it's intentions were that way
I knew very well.
I only conjectured
It was just a silly chair.