Poem: Sometimes A Chair Can Be Too Comfortable.
sometimes a chair can be too comfortable
.
the salerooms were crowded
the dealers were there
but he got a bargain
a smashing old chair
.
all leather and carvings
with cushions of brown
it seemed to grow softer
each time he sat down
.
he’d switch on the tele
then sit down and snooze
and nothing could wake him
not even the news
.
the chair gave such comfort
like lying in fur
one bedtime he could not
be bothered to stir
.
he stretched with contentment
as sleep sought him there
it felt just like sinking
right into the chair
.
next morning his wife was
alone in her bed
no dent in the pillows
from her husband’s head
.
she pulled on pink slippers
a candlewick gown
she felt quite confused
on the stairs going down
.
his book on the chair arm
his spectacles there
the cushions were warm
but how empty the chair
.
the mystery was puzzling
the man disappeared
detectives asked questions
‘he’s run off” they feared
.
unable to face things
she sold off the chair
the salerooms were crowded
the dealers were there
.
you’ve heard the old saying
‘let buyers beware’
this especially applies
to a man eating chair
.
