There are three benches across the hall
Solid and brown, and crafted of wood
They sit with patience, stoic and all
Ready for whatever should come their way
I must wonder about those little benches
Their simple structure so obviously good
But I see splinters and all sorts of pinches
Discomfort from hardness, refusing to sway
Cushions are missing from the seats of these items
I find myself more comfortable stood
A small bit of padding could easily right them
And make those bare benches a nice pleasant stay.
You gotta pick the right guy to do the job.
Do not put cardboard, tires, batteries, or monkeys in this container.
Go out now and vote for LibertyBob.