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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 😉