Naughty Chair

There she goes, sitting on the naughty chair,
Hugging her dear, little teddy bear,
Innocent in the face but naughty in the eye,
Sitting in that chair she wanted to cry,
She never did because she'd fear,
The other children would watch and sneer,
When will you learn, naughty little Blair,
It's not nice to pull other children's hair,
Poor little Kimmy's hurt,
"It wasn't me, it was Kurt"
Darling little Julie's hurt as well,
"I'm telling you, it wasn't me, it was Maxwell",
As you can see, dear little Jimmy's crying,
We have proof so no use denying

-Roshni Nayar