The chair in eye exam room # 20 is so comfortable that I wrote a poem about it.
Room 20's my favorite, and I'll tell you why
The chair in the corner's so comfy, no lie
After standing up tall for what seems like twelve hours
Sitting there on the pillow lets me regain my powers
It makes me want to fall fast asleep
It's cause I'm not using either of my feet
If women are patients, my heart does tear
When I see their purses sitting on the chair
That's why men patients are my favorite
They leave the chair empty, so that I may sit
It's like I'm on a cloud that's puffy and white
It makes my buns smile, such a delight
Day after day I want to take the chair home
I think it's as comfy as memory foam
Each day that I leave it, I let out a sigh
See you tomorrow, I tell it good bye.
