Of all the awesome things in life,
This surely is the best:
The dizzy happiness from spinning too hard,
None other can contest.
The objects in the room run behind each other,
Only to never catch up.
Until your knee crashes in the table,
And everything stops with a hiccup.
All you need is a swivel chair,
The stuffing matters not.
Neither matters age nor colour
Nor does a full stomach, though it ought.
Unlike most other wondrous things,
This simple pleasure discriminates not.
