“A red seat, in the summer’s heat, nothing more better, on a sunny Sunday” Gun Roswell
Seated on Red
The grass is green, the sky is blue
The seat is red hot, and it fumes
But never mind, as I am so tired
I need a place to rest, before my ass is fired
The seat in the corner there
Beckons me with its red flare
I take a few steps in a fast pace
Hoping no one else, will see the place
Quickly making my move towards it
I reach the red seat by the curve where it sits
Taking one more glance around
And then, I sit down…
Boy, am I glad to have this heavenly red seat to have found!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 