Desk Love

He sneers at me with a cheeky glance
My desk he seems to scream
Today I hate him incredibly
I don’t want to sit at him.

I wont sit down, that’s what I swear
Today I will not write
I have no ideas- how awfully
And that he has to understand.

With a gentle rustle he lures at me
The paper is even prepared
The pencil is sharpened since yesterday
And I have nothing to say

Now he is angry- as I can see
I caress him very carefully
At the very moment he takes revenge
He rattles and then a loud bang.

He glides aside he breaks a leg
Pencil and paper are falling
But now it’s me who sneers at him
While shortening the left of his three wooden legs

There you are, you cheeky desk!
You better do not go on my neck
Now I will write your story down
And you will be the one laughed at

And I sit down he is too low…
My fault, the desk- he laughs
This will not make me go
Even if he wobbles now

And I do take a little child’s chair
My desk he will not win
He is not cheeky anymore
And this I had in mind

Both of us- we learned a lot
We swore it to each other
He will not lure at me anymore
And I will write only at him