Someone's Sitting

Someone’s sitting on my bench!

Of course, it isn’t mine

And so the person perching on it

Isn’t out of line.

 

Still, every time I’m out here,

It’s the place I choose to sit

And plunked down someplace else

I’m liking not one little bit.

 

There’s really nothing I can do

But grumble and complain.

(From giving in to baser moves,

I simply must refrain.)