My Ode to trusty Folding Chair,
I love you, oh yes quite a bit.
I aim my blows at knifegirls hair,
her I am quite joyed to hit.

I wield you as a wrestling pro,
for soon she will be bleeding.
I swing quite wildly to and fro,
she will recieve a beating.

Oh shit, I think I killed her dead!
her head is badly vented.
I see her ears are leaking red,
my chair is warped and dented.

I turn my back, on prone form laying.
off to find a better fight,
I see no real point in staying,
Now that she is...*WHAM*

owww.. . .
. . . . .medic.. .

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