Chair Number Eleven

Yesterday, I looked for a "nonsense New Year's resolution generator", because I remember there being one about a decade ago and my NYR for 2005 being to learn to shear sheep. The only thing I stumbled upon was a Nonsense Generator. After generating a couple of nonsense sentences, I decided to make the next one a poem title and that the poem needs to be in my current series.

I got this:
chair_number_11

And, strangely enough, it fits into what I am currently writing. Not only that, but it brought back a combination of three very random memories. So, here it goes...

Chair Number Eleven

Chair number eleven is running away,
And there are thirteen of us
Playing the chair game.
We don't have a cassette player,
The game master claps along.

Chair number eleven is running away,
And I need thirteen of them
For my imaginary audience.
We don't have instant video,
But I totally trained this kitten.

Chair number eleven is running away,
And there are thirteen of us
In for tasty pork chops.
We don't have food hashtags,
You'll have to believe our word.

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