furniture

The armchair's arms are wide and round,
The coffee table’s legs hold firm ground.
The sofa’s fabric feels so plush,
The rug below brings a calming hush.
The bedside lamp with its gentle glow,
The dresser’s handles aligned in a row.
The wardrobe’s shelves where seasons lie,
The curtain rod hangs quiet and high.
The kitchen stool stands tall and proud,
The sideboard’s drawers keep things allowed.
The chest of drawers with space inside,
The mirror's edge reflects with pride.
Tripsteps makes each word so clear,
From furniture names to what’s right here.
Every piece a part of my space,
Each rhyme builds knowledge at its base.
The table legs are sturdy and strong,
The bench’s wood sings its own song.
The cabinet doors with hinges smooth,
Each furniture term fits the groove.