There once was a man named Gale
Who designed to sit without fail A new era of comfort his butt would hail Other's definitions of it would pale The first step in his plan bought a chair A chair so full of cushions beyond compare Put some wheels on the bottom he did dare And a toilett and fridge with space to spare His next step was to hire an aid Someone to help him whenever he bade He would pay well for this person in trade With this he went forth plans well laid At this point one might wonder why Was Gale just lazy or incredibly shy Perhaps the rules of standing he couldn't comply But in truth, he just wanted to try 20 years later he is in the books The standing ideal he has firmly shook Guiness has rewarded the risk that he took Gale the steady sitter, that was his little nook.
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