Nothing Special at All

There was a man with a wicker chair.

He was proud, he thought it rare.

Boasting of sweet craftsmanship,

Whistling tunes and little quips.

Until one day, he came to find,

Nothing special of the chair designed.

Mass-produced by mechanic arms.

The wicker chair lost its charms.

Soon his friends, they owned one too.

They laughed about the things he spewed.