A broken old chair,
The three legs don't make it fair.

Fourth leg, snapped and rusted,
In a filthy pile, utterly disgusted.

Still holding the chair,
The despaired chair needs no repair.
In a soiled, discarded heap,
It's grey, tarnished seat.

In an abandoned dark landfill,
At the bottom of an obscure hill.

A broken old chair,
The three legs don't make it fair.