Dreary is the day languishing in this chair.
The pain in my rump from this solid hot chair.
I want out, OUT of this God-forsaken chair!
But I\'m a prisoner of it, this immovable chair.
My stomach cries it is time to sup, but I\'m stuck here in this chair.
Someone save me and help me to stop this dreary day in this chair.
The sun has set yet here I sit, still typing, typing, working in this chair.