Blue Chair

It was quite simple, really

A little tactic and a littler action

He stood so confident to sharpen his pencil

While meanwhile I eyed his blue chair

The one he had left so surely

And even sooner he returned

Pencil sharpened, laughter in his eyes

But then he so confidently made to sit down

Which is when I put my hands on that blue chair

And pulled it out swiftly to watch him fall

Perhaps it was the redness of his face

Or the unfiltered laughter from the class

But I knew no longer could he mess with me

For I finally took down him who took down me

It was quite simple, really