.5. The Test Drive Poem by David Threadgold

Rich red hide with buttons deep
Between your wings my head will sleep
Arms of oak thick and strong
Hold me in where I belong

Four carved legs that have no motion
Support me well the maker’s notion
Comfy cushions mould my frame
And form a shape that’s much the same

Subtle leather shines so well
Giving forth a polished smell
While I snooze I dream of things
Supported by your leather wings

Arms on arms & face on hide
Snoring deeply mouth so wide
Slightly drooling trail is made
Impressed crease on face may fade

Wide awake now chair well tested
Quite a snooze I feel well rested
But the next I try I’ll take away
Not fall asleep in the window display


© 2008 David Threadgold
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