11:34 am. THE CHAIR

A yellow chair dingy and old,

Sat on the porch with many a fold.

Secrets were whispered, alliances kept,

Cats purred on laps while old people slept.

The world rushed on not sparing a glance,

To the dingy old chair that wished to dance.

Years faded by, generations passed,

The old yellow chair wondered of the last.

One day a girl hurried on past,

Then suddenly swerved and quickly ran back.

" You dear old thsing," she whisper-lisped,

" I'm taking you home to give you a lift."

With greatness restored, the yellow a shine,

The glorious old chair is feeling quite fine!

LP