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“My uncle’s dying wish – he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair”
Rodney Dangerfield
Seat Concrete
Making, a comfy seat
From a bench made out of concrete
May be, an experience too concrete
But never mind,
I will still, take a seat
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“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
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“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
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“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
There’s time to spare
And a cup of coffee to share
In the little cafe
By the Esplanade
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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
Opening the archives
Storing away the files
Of possible tales
For later to be shared
In a little cafe
By the Esplanade
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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
Making a play
From my hideaway
People watching
A glimpse of their lives
Here and there catching
In the little cafe
By the Esplanade
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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
Rain or shine
Seated just fine
In a little cafe
By the Esplanade
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A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Modern Times
Oh, how time flies
In front of our very eyes
Running around makes none the wise
So, just take a seat, relax, fill your supplies
There is no resistance
For these modern times
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A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Waiting
Important meeting to decide one’s fate?
Maybe a secret hideaway, for a coffee date?
Watching, waiting, by the gate
Why, oh why is my destiny late?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 