Chair

I feel it necessary to start this blog with one of my first poems.  It’s just plain fun, for me anyway.

 

                                                                                                    Chair

I’m a chair just sitting there all worn out from people short to stout

I’m tired of being sat upon not knowing next who’s going to

lay

it

on.

Ahh but that’s the breaks I guess when you’re a chair just sitting there

and people doing the rest.

B Lambert

1985