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 My Rocking Chair

I loved my Grandma's rocking chair,

But being 3 and being small,

Not a good fit, lone, rocking there.

So Grandma gave a friend a call,

Who made a rocking chair just right

For me to rock my time away,

Giving me lots of pure delight.

Cousin Susie showed up one day,

And in my rocking chair did sit.

I flipped her out, and off I went

Upstairs to hide it, in a fit.

But tripped, and downstairs we both sent.

I was unharmed, Grandma was glad,

But my rocking chair, busted bad.