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Seat Sunday
“When in Cyprus, sit like the Cypriots do”
Seat in the Shade
Just sitting
In the shade
Looking cool
In my shades
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Seat Sunday (2016-07-24)
“When in Cyprus, sit like the cypriots do”
Sitting with lots of Stuff
It’s meal time
But, the table
Is not fine
Lots of stuff
Laying about
With a huff
Giving a shout
“Oi, you!
Get here
Ass in tow
Clear your grime!”
“Didn’t you hear the chime?
It’s nearly din din time,
And, my patience
Is running low
And, as far as I know
These ‘antiques’
Are just for show”
“So,
Unless you got
Something eatable
In that pot
Off with the lot
I have to put
Some grub
On the table!”
“Shut up,
Sit down
And enjoy
Your meal!”
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“I don’t want to be a passenger sitting on the bench not doing much, even in my older years” Frank Lampard
Seat Sunday
I have followed the yellow brick road
And it led me to this humble abode
Surrounded by a picket fence
And a green grass oh so dense
Now I am stationed here for all eternity
The yellow bricks stacked behind me
Grass growing tall, reaching to infinity
The inhabitants enjoying me occasionally
Maybe this is the place I will settle
And every day brew me tea in a kettle
I may be made out of wood and metal
But I can be quite sentimental
I am a special bench
Possibly made by the French
Sometimes in the drain I drench
Still, I am quite the mensch 😉
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“A chair fit for a Queen and other Ladies too” Gun Roswell
Under the Tree for Seat Sunday
“Ah, a cool summer’s breeze
I am possibly ready to sneeze
Better sit down on the bench!”
Said the little old wench
As she tightly held her thighs in a clench
Because that damned sneezing
Made her always queasy
And possibly a little uneasy
As to what might start to trickle
She started to giggle
“Oh, hurry up you old fool
And quickly sit down on that damned stool!”
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Seat Sunday
“I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society” Henry David Thoreau
Seat in a hideaway for Seat Sunday
In the farthest corner
Of the suburbian border
A secret garden resides
Far away from prying eyes
Seek it and maybe you will find
A tranquil respite for a while
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Seat Sunday
“I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society” Henry David Thoreau
Green for Seat Sunday
On the busy road side
In the green grass
Trying to hide
The bench from the past
Forever it will last
-Provided of course, no one will find it!