The Rolling Stool

At the doctor’s to check out my knee,

While I waited until he was free,

I glanced up and took note

At a sign someone wrote,

Which was more a command than a plea.

 

It said, “Please do not roll on the stool.”

That’s where doctors would sit, as a rule.

Now did some misbehave,

Roll and rant in a rave,

Thinking doing just that would be cool?

 

I admit that on seeing the sign,

That desire somehow became mine,

But I’d sure be abashed

If I rolled and I crashed,

So temptation I had to decline.