Gale the Sitter
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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