Chair - Poem

 When people sit on me,

talk to another who sat on my friend, 

I carry your mass on my four legs,

with two legs your friend takes more in his heart. 

Sometimes people sleep on me,

either keeping their legs on my friend again,

or by keeping their head on my wife's table,

Now all the snores heard by my ears which is lend.

I'm simple and naked, while many may differ,

some wear clothes, some wear belts, 

some wear jewellery, who sit will fight and suffer,

all are for me, but I realise that the whole thing can't be felt.