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“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
A Sofa in Vienna
Inside, the warm inviting sofa
In one of the towns in Europa
It may have been fancy once upon a time
But even in its condition it suits me just fine
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
Sitting on a seat, in Cyprus
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
Just 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!
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
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
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in Town
After a relaxing time
You hear the town bell chime
Before it’s bedtime
You need to spend a dime
So sue me, this had to rhyme!
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in Town
When on the town
Getting all around
There is one thing
You wish you had found
A seat, to relax on!
continued in part two
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in Town
When finally found
Face in an upside frown
Jumping up and down
Giving a spin in the gown
continued in part three
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in the Shade
The scorching sun
Leaves you burning
Like an overcooked bun
Hoping the sun to fade
Trying to find shade
From this seat
In the shade
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in the Sun
No worries!
Just hurry and
Join the fun
Have a seat,
In the sun!
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in the Sun
Didn’t get,
Too much done?
Competed,
But someone else won?
Feeling,
Like your phaser,
Is set on stun?
continued in part two
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Retro Sofa
Quite classical
In its time,
Even radical
Some say,
Too theatrical
Others called it,
Magical
The sofa from the past
Was made to last
Now, in rebroadcast
It’s selling,
Really, really fast!
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