My Old Cane Sofa Poem by RAJ NANDY

MY OLD CANE SOFA

My old cane sofa gently growns and creeks,
When I sit on its lap to watch TV!
Like an old rheumatic man, writhing in
pain,
It has thrown up a few, fine, small looking
nails!
Binding those joints on its broad arms rest,
Sticking out like the ribs, on an aged chest!
The hands of my dressing gown gets caught
at times,
When I sit down to rest once in a while!
One must disentangle out of this situation, -
As best as one can;
From the clutches of a senile old man!
Next time I must be careful while watching
TV,
To prevent my gown getting ripped-off
prematurely!

-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
19 Jan 08